New Poem ~ August 17th 2015
Darkness and Dirty Diners and the Midnight Host Serving Up Death as the Poetry Weeps Into Its Day Old Coffee, Cold as a Corpse […]
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The Haunted Poem
I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest […]
The Shadow Keeper
I am the keeper of shadows and their secrets that speak sharply and softly like the bitter sweet poetry flowing in the accumulation of tears […]