ghosts
Poe to His Lost Loves
You were the poetry I wrote, my longing in every word to summon the shadow of your fading heart lost to that forever sleep of […]
This Is How The Poetry Bleeds
It is the haunting of the words, the disturbed silences of the aching thoughts like lost souls searching for “home” and I, their tortured guide […]
Observations of the Rain
Part 1 raindrops like fingertips on the windows tapping shadows impolitely asking to be invited in, their grief violently pouring through the vulnerable cracks of […]