Posted on March 29, 2016 / Micropoetry Maelstrom A raven in my very mind, Calls spirits of the fallen. Haunted, I stumble on blind – The maelstrom beckons, solemn. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry The Archer Perched on it’s black claws, On an arrow to fledge, A raven on the edge, As the archer withdraws. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
