I have spent seasons readying for rebirth, awaiting change forever in my heart like a bird, warding off destructive tendencies and...

Terrible poems, a scathing mind. I know no quiet when I write. The pond is perturbed continuously by the arrogant breeze of the attempt....

Heaving the emaciated corpse of my body out of bed in the penitent morning, obedient as a stone, I realize when dusk has come then, I've...

Night Sky with reverence depicted: a smattering of birds dislodged from their hideout among the trees; a bleak streak of white, ...