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 …