“And who else drank from this chipped cup?”
Tag Archives: september
“Glower” in The Winged Moon Magazine
“seized in obsidian,
the sentinel’s glare
declares migratory disorder”
I Can Almost Say I Survived This Summer
I’m ready for cold weather, crisp leaves, & cleansing snowfall.
The Jam Files #7 — “The Void is Abysmal”
I’ve tiptoed out of the world.
Abandonment Echoes
weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher
Thistle Thoughts 