The planks of wooden boards are uneven under his feet, never having been sanded but, through years of pacing, still worn. The wind…
Zackly Mendenhull made sure that enough blood was on the dirt magic circle.
Erasure Poetry: Buoyancy by Rumi
In the final year of the 18th century, few recognised what its tortured twilight would…
i like my new life, maybe a little too muchyour home isn’t mine anymoreand losing touch isn’t so hard after allbut the…
I’ve got bullshit on my mind seems like more and more of it keeps piling up and playing on repeat but if I try to focus on…
“Should we decorate the tree?”(our seasonal treefavorites: fall, pride, valentine’s)Look around:we decorate moments with love.
Dáinsleif — King Hogni’s Account
These tanka style poems were written in a poetry party in which each author wrote one half a poem, then finished…
“My goodness Dorian, we’ve only been here for like 20 minutes. I’m almost done! Be patient, please.”