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 23, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Wings How a bird remembers the mapped travel, Such a marvelous thing! And we journey, lost, on the gravel, Oh, to fly under the wing. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
