Black Wreaths (a winter’s settling)
This old house,she’s a keeper,hoarding cracks,panes and groans.Where the shadow’s stretch,there’s a fire,it cackles and spitsand tears the cold down.Where... Read more.
Amas Veritas
Blue blushof midnight skin—cold flamebeneath fingertipsand wanting lips—stokes fireand love spellsunder Moon’sicy ring.Burn with mean houra minutea second... Read more.
Indigo
The curtains pullcross the landscapebehind my eyes—the way they doon days like this—emergedfrom sleep,from splashes of waterin the basin,and black coffeepast... Read more.
Sitting Shiva
Love (this love) has left the room feet first— a procession of embers and ash. Illusions. Delusions. Damnable oxygen thief! So... Read more.
