In the depths of a woodland greenFar from the haunts of men obsceneRests in the lap of an elder oakScion of a hoary folk
A Poe Inspired Tale
A Covid Inspired Allegory
The front door chimed as a customer strode in from the damp evening to the incense…
A seasonal quatrain
A Tale of the Supernatural
A meditation on mortality
Is DeathThe end of pain?Or do we enter Your domainOnly to ride the Wheel again?
A tribute to Nature’s occult wisdom
Night feathered friendWrongly malignedAn agent of dreadWith evil aims…
Loosed from moorings of tactile shore
I
Turn the tide of stinging tears
