His scent was that of death foretoldAnd I had never smelled death beforeA potent mix of wet, wily mud and metaland chalky embers of…
My Last Will & Testament in Metered Form. Or How to Disperse Me
I was standing right across where a car crashed into a massive tree,When I realized… destructioncan be beautiful too.
A Poem
When that gentle swath of hollow darkWraps around me for the nightI’ll look about my life for light…
Bitter wind burrows deep within…piercing, a cold arrow invades dark layers of marrow inside old bones. Cobbled…