The lightless flux is a cacophony this time of night.A dark violet hue ripples and curls around...

so glorious; the dog barking at the garden. like dropping a deck of playing cards and picking them...

SADNESS – A New Language Sadness doesn’t reach me never alone. At least, ...

The ivory gate of time nourishes nothing.It dissembles the landscape, cuts it upinto pieces. I...

Although it’s midwinter, the dream of the toads sings through the chill, seething and simmering...

Poetry She knows the dishes need cleaningShe knows the floor needs sweepingShe knows the furniture...

There’s no getting around this by avoiding attendance You will have to attend at least one...

I was the stone, I was the woman. Upon a winter’s accord With Medusa’s wayward glance, I melted...