Amber-brown burning in winter snow, Sun‐kissed evergreen in morning dew. Kindled soul, forbearing and noble, Piercing through the nebula dusk.

Juliet, my Tragedy, speak not of love That hence from yonder myth doth breed Another, and another, and another Ephemeral dove, together birthed as ste...Read more

I return to the same hollow, a silence stripped bare, no trace of you anywhere. I collapse waiting, bleeding alone. Can there not be one answer? Is th...Read more

I wait, my surface soft, pulling at the moon’s silver threads. Your arrival is always sudden teeth of thunder, a kiss that bruises. You are too cal...Read more

Birthed in a Bed, next to my mother Seeing the light of the world, so bright Died in a Bed, next to my daughter Seeing no light, leaving, but it's al...Read more