After bindweed and Creeping Charlie, the dustblows through it’s own storyan old delicatessen boarded up—…
When the kiss is delivered, you shouldn’t be alonefor surely death rides with it.I will walk you through this land…
How long will eternal flames of un-dying hate burn this dark? Untilthey burn themselves out? When the…
His documentary is just within reachthough I can’t quite grasp its namejust the impact — Obama had sent a…
His dream eye fluttersin its fitful sleepthe Paisley quilt followsits sudden wave — a fraction later he murmurswhile foamforms a…
Haiku
The Sun in My Hands
Crumble to your knees lord and tyrant who spoke with the venom of a cockatrice and the…