Poetry
Held in the Night of Shadows
Rain fell hard carved cracks across panes of glass. Sharp lines spread corner to corner, blurred clear vision. Mother spider crept close and whispered, They …
Blood Line
Again you visit me – Reminding me of the bright light cast by night stars, and the wings I chose to plant in the earth. …
Creation
the lines and curves that make letters that make words that make phrases and sentences reach deep inside become keys for locked doors ladders to …