O God I am a shadow that shrinks when the sun climbs A footprint washed away before the tide turns My days are a handful of chaff tossed to the wind M...Read more

My vault’s shut tight while others walk by The steel gleams in the sun, yet nobody sees its shine Guards stand at the door, rifles in hand ready for ...Read more

The clocktower’s hands limp through fog, circling worn numbers, each tick a lie of forward motion, blurring into gray hum. The town curls inward, stre...Read more

In the quiet hours when the river forgets its banks, it doesn’t hurry to gather up the silt and stones. It lets them settle, grain by grain, into the ...Read more