How is pain felt? Is it not like the storm gathered in its heaviest gray? Would the gray […]
Prose
Breaking between syllables, this painter is lost in his wreckage. A void for discovery’s sake, to see a […]
Grief is never so much a thing to conquer, in as much it is merely felt, like a […]
“How often to weep, dear one? We are not so much different, as you might believe. I bite […]
“Anything else, I could outweigh myself from, outmaneuver myself from, outclass myself from. Besides you, all else could […]
I Can he wait? Can he satiate a thirst that continues to mark his lips with the dryness […]
“Oh, ocean. Oh, tempest. Love is a storm that subsides, only when the worriment no longer has thunder. […]
Can he wait? Can he satiate a thirst that continues to mark his lips with the dryness of […]
Lisa had walked. Now, she lays. Upon a back with her eyes to the sunlight. It is her […]
She entertains to the sight of this mirror, leaning against this room’s furthest corner. Upon her blankets to […]
“Her beauty is the leaves during Autumn, meant to fall, and be swept upon the road like tears […]
“There will never be a heart within a chest if that chest is not meant to be opened. […]
