It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer, …
All The World’s A Stage
Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always …
Lost Souls
She’s right here, she really is. Her presence ever so warm, her smile warming the despair of three-thirty in …
Prometheus
Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus. It matters not time nor era, The mountain’s peak, our eternal …
Venerable Honour
“Papa…” ….. “Papa!” Piercing the maimed corpse of the decrepit tenement, the first ambassador of the morning sun provoked the …