poetry Luna. {poetry} She dipped her bones to blood And found worth about her noble flood Like woman She birthed her sin to fearful sound Continue Reading
poetry To My Youth. {poetry} I hope your laughter tastes Like wine And stains burgundy the fragile wind Continue Reading
poetry A Holy Rhythm. {poetry} To age he finally cries Cruelly, he limps atop time, crippled only in the throes of its touch Fighting and fleeing the throngs that have descended into its cold and callused crypt Continue Reading