LAIR OF THE PENMAN

I sit in this sun baked corner no one to offer me shade while so many climb into my closet where they wrench from their guts so many secrets...

Lines of radiance burn deep into the mind, cut their vibrant etchings into the crannies where we scream, we shelter our thoughts from their ...

Gallery glimpses framing frozen seconds in ballerina charade. Leotard life forms a hangman noose, dangling from crystal chandelier shining u...

I shall treat your precious pooch as if he were my own, so proud I would be to take him for a simple stroll. And show him the sights of Holl...

Tattling tales the tongue translates from each layer of seconds lived. Does the voice that sleeps in the mind really have a compass for the ...

What conviction vows with fervent lips and what heart believes, only becomes truth when life pushes one off faith's cliff, either trusti...

Trapped in the realm of mummified souls, the stallion inside so longs to run free, but the day is stale and suffocating so tarnished by the ...