I made my way home, over the damp carpet of leaves upon the path, the soft, sinewy squish of their moss-like flesh, those remnants of the...

Oh fuck, oaken baritone, punctuated by guitars, the swirling mixture of four horsemen on their horses, riding after Sunset into our...

In the midst of total madness and confusion, the gruesome streak of dull paint across the Wall, the mire of our ignorance, marshes of our...

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

In the jungle of your body, I wake to find that sleep has begged for questions. You are not response, but living, breathing, organism of...

this night, she has whittled me to my bones and not cleaned those, left me to dry in the starless night and the stars who do arrive,...