Photography
From the Grave
and through eyes of cobwebbed neglect the ghost of you watching and with shadowy limbs reaching from the mist of silent whispers falling from the […]
It Lingers Like a Ghost
I dreamt of the darkness again, the tears and the struggles, the pain of my own long ago death, of the loss of my innocence […]
A Late Summer Eulogy
These are the dying whispers of our final days as the sun hangs low – slipping into the darkness below and we wear December’s […]
