Posted on April 13, 2016 / Poetry Painting with Fire Against the fates we do rightly follow, Not fearing the black of the starless night, In this long born vacuum of sorrow, Holding the fading memory of light. With brushes of fire, and strokes of flames true,[....] Read More+20 Tweet Share
Posted on February 2, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Painting A painting of a venerable dame, Her lines of regret, eyes forlorn, Her stern visage stings like a thorn. No one notices her dusty frame. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
