Sorrow in the city, Sepulchre of Light. Here, what's good is foolish; here, what's wrong is right. Let us find the others, wherever they...

Love is a delicate practice, an intricate balance sought forever and ever, a feather in the palm on a treacherous, windy day, a wildfire...

That Beauty wears a hideous attire is no Secret, but it is abundantly Unknown. 09/20/2016 Richmond

Whoever spouts darkness has an affinity for the Light. Death is a resemblance, as dusk retains the Dawn in its resilient hatred, like a...

I have come, caked with mourning, seeking your company like a dog. I have come out of myself, out of my bed of disillusionment, when I...

Who shall exonerate the fallen? sapphires embedded in the Walls of ancient History, unspoken Time in Lore that cannot reach the ears....

I speak through the charm and entrance of wood elves and strange folk, their foreign tongues, their wild currencies, open like fragrant...

Slow poems I breed in isolation, like horses, some strange neck of the woods cleared off, the sawdust blown into the breeze, remains...

Carve yourself a statue, love, of pure, exquisite laughter, fine finesse and solid make, out of the residue of mountains having crumbled,...

I glean seething oceans out of your eyes, teeming forests, deserts caked with tears, plenteous Worlds I cannot know save through your...