The Fall

A clockwork of precision; a cauldron of conflict The decaying well into which smudges of our past selves reside Pastured acrobats grasping velvet tongues, plummeting the finite dark No ground to break us or earth to steal our flesh Suspended bodies crushed by time Parchment skin falling from aged bones Alone we enter Collectively we... Continue Reading →

The Bridge

Christmas is a time of joy, of well wishing and wonder.  We rarely think of Christmas in the bittersweet way those left by the departure of their beloved regard it; best to avoid such contemplation so as not to call into question our own frail mortality. It is such a marked person I speak of. ... Continue Reading →

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