RIP
the greeting for a brand new shadow
Tag: humanity
Death at Conception
a patterned well-worn rut
Quid Pro Love
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
This Little Light of Ours
Together, we will light the world.
Death
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
Giants
Prayer gives way to fate
Bloodkin
PS, my Mindy sweet agave roasting in the night
Be the Change
wind in the pines
Right
to the cobbled cortex of my masses
Your Name
Your terror is bought and sold