Poetry

She runs.

Trampled ground under her strength,she holds their hands for comfortbut not lacking control, she sees them. Consuming visions of chaos…

Poetry

Mercy

I have fallen into my mind.Tapestries of song speak to meand my heart grows weary. They see me, but do…

Poetry

Glow

We wake suddenly under a winter’s moon.Bound in a sumptuouswaltz of failed fragility. A walk past fields of liliesand into…