Posted on November 8, 2016 / Poetry Ten Pills One pill; For my merciless and raging tempest. Two pills; For the voices acknowledged as my own. Three pills; For howling dogs stalking my promenade. Four pills; For forgetting what was to become of me.[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry Angels I have these angels & demons, Kept in a small white screw bottle, Each little one leaves me screaming, For even angels are hostile. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share