Prose & Poetry

Gilded but disinherited loner With impious smile is crossing streets; Skeletons’ jumping in dirty puddles Frail […]

Apollo was one of twelve brothers ranching on the big place at the foot of the

Along the bend of middle atmosphere, I’m flung into your arms: an open arch strained &

Eight months I waited,glancing at you every day as I walked in my room, wondering—for a

tonight is the highschool graduation the culmination of teenagers saying i want sex and to be

In the middle of the night When you wake and can’t go back to sleep Close

Come sit with me for a moment. I am the observer mind and you built me.

After Diderot Speak of the devil and mark The changes that occur. It is             The