Death at Conception
a patterned well-worn rut
Tag: rant
May Day
we need magic not propaganda fools
Bloodkin
PS, my Mindy sweet agave roasting in the night
Right
to the cobbled cortex of my masses
justice
considering your guilt
monotonous clown
molly slipped someone some molly
A Circle Broken
We are homo sapiens, so we think
feel it?
sometimes it’s genuine love but mostly it’s something else
Black Elk
crazy horse’ scar like beads we see with our fingers
Erosion
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet