December’s Ghost
as I enter the small death of winter, slip into the darkness of its aging, aching skin I find that those memories of long […]
Month: April 2015
Three Words
fall like delicate drops of blood from the raging wounds that corrupt as they soothe; A calming yet never tamed is the wild heart though […]
Ghost Children and the Haunted River
Tiny creatures, eerie and child like visit me in the nights I am sleepless playing games of hide and seek under my eyelids where in […]