#228 (unavailingly)

The orchard void of fruit spilled on the ground lie the remnants of a bird's nest prematurely built and lost to the returning frost a solitary culver circling waiting for the call of her companion unavailingly Winter took him into his grim embrace scattered and frozen feathers, bones and flesh once Spring neglected her promise … Continue reading #228 (unavailingly)


#173 (darkness pierces every corner)

the ones you lost have now been found riding like mad a merry-go-round the one to hell and back, my dear don't fear the reaper for she's near the gift of life the prize of dying we grind and toil and keep on trying three wishes granted if you dare mischievous fairies they don't care … Continue reading #173 (darkness pierces every corner)

#135 (within the cup of quiet grace)

♥ the night was old all stories told as chastity had long been sold the mirrored passion in her gaze entranced him in a scarlet haze he drank it all the tears and sweat his restless fears, doubt and regret within the cup of quiet grace he glimpsed a single solemn face the queen of … Continue reading #135 (within the cup of quiet grace)

#106 (there is a whole in the world)

… a husk that used to be mother, grandmother, sister disguised under paper and frill the face of death is not pretty so we build masks out of chores and rituals trying to fill them with meaning though they only distract us from feeling the pain there is a whole in the world whenever someone … Continue reading #106 (there is a whole in the world)

#90 (on top throned a petal)

… noon was stretching its pale claws made of smoke and exhaustion I've seen my lover die under a big, flat tire cuz' he tripped on some sleet his feet caught in a wire and his head hit the street … how my tears have grown cold throughout wanderin' the valleys of sorrow how my … Continue reading #90 (on top throned a petal)

#81 (fragile tiny flutterlings)

silver threads fell out his face his eyes were red ablaze wild horses rode along his spine sly beetles bit his heart surrendered to the dark embrace of heavy dreams he lied in slumber's swamp and resting on his chest there was a cup of finest china partaking in some dreamish glories his feet were … Continue reading #81 (fragile tiny flutterlings)