POETRY
41 - Miraculous Concept
Yet another tale learned from an angelis etched in stony flesh by divine quill-Flown down from heav'n to this unfaithfulundeserving wretch, and taught by her will.Messenger o' heart, count me...
41 - Miraculous Concept
Yet another tale learned from an angelis etched in stony flesh by divine quill-Flown down from heav'n to this unfaithfulundeserving wretch, and taught by her will.Messenger o' heart, count me...
40 - Unsheath'd
The fabric gets trimmed, we draw wheat from chaff...I see shining, glistening core unsealed.-Offcut dust falls from the yet-golden calf,Steps from perfection, nighing the reveal.Carved deep, pulling new life...
40 - Unsheath'd
The fabric gets trimmed, we draw wheat from chaff...I see shining, glistening core unsealed.-Offcut dust falls from the yet-golden calf,Steps from perfection, nighing the reveal.Carved deep, pulling new life...
39 - The Practice
Bring scalpel to scripture, talons to art-Show me how the flame can taper fabric.Watch as all ethics and morals departwhen we balance the sublime and tragic.Should we, in time, draw...
39 - The Practice
Bring scalpel to scripture, talons to art-Show me how the flame can taper fabric.Watch as all ethics and morals departwhen we balance the sublime and tragic.Should we, in time, draw...
38 - Artists block
There's an abject fear that burns hot like icedeep inside of a tight, derelict chest.The fear of care, risk, failing to sufficeto meet or even to provide my best. The grander...
38 - Artists block
There's an abject fear that burns hot like icedeep inside of a tight, derelict chest.The fear of care, risk, failing to sufficeto meet or even to provide my best. The grander...
37 - Plated
To reveal oneself is to shed our skin, Or so says the idea literally-But the thought of you seeing what's withinIn truth, it scares me considerably. And so I'll wear...
37 - Plated
To reveal oneself is to shed our skin, Or so says the idea literally-But the thought of you seeing what's withinIn truth, it scares me considerably. And so I'll wear...
36 - The Rib
Born from a rib torn from flesh, so it’s told-I count yours with my finger as it driftsDown your side- you’re frozen, ice won’t grow old.I can grip under your...
36 - The Rib
Born from a rib torn from flesh, so it’s told-I count yours with my finger as it driftsDown your side- you’re frozen, ice won’t grow old.I can grip under your...