Cynical blue eyes are open! The last remnants of winter’s doubt have fumbled, finding no purchase, they've been swept away. Spring dawns...

The crimson eye of hate that steals the breath through pulmonary pathways torn apart— with tantalizing visions of your death— the Bannok...

Misshapen figures depict the scene of Mystery etched upon the wall In vibrant hues of crayon and sharpie. Carefully crafted by miniature...

The bitter winds that harbor phantom dreams that feed the captured fiends that stop the flow— With taloned hands the mind cannot perceive...

The dark caress of Thesnia's sweet lies that trace the arcane patterns on the heart— Whose supple form is quick to blind the eye and...

Part One: Between Shadow There, in a corner where time has found a swifter pace and awkward feet too large for such a ledge are sure to...

I'm not what you have painted me-- for those colors, no one could hold, as sunlight fades and shadows creep. I'm not what you have...

The sky alight with shadows of the day where fading suns bleach colors from the bruise on wounded hearts whose pigments bleed to gray to...

I will not tell you of my dreams. Nor speak of murder in the air, the blackened beaks or flutter of wings that bears the flesh of rotted...

I'd gladly writhe in crystal depths to stoke the flame that fuels those eyes and unlock every secret kept. I'd gladly writhe in crystal...

Cento/Villanelle Crafted using Triolets from "30 Days of Triolet" I hope there never comes a day, if stars should fail to send their...

I've nothing grand to write today, so thought I'd write about my pen and it's carefully cryptic ways. I've nothing grand to write today...

If stars should fail to send their light I'd place you there to fill the space and lead the way throughout the night. If stars should...

There's something in the subtle ways that leaves a hint of pure delight as memory and dream replay and all the things we need to say can...

I often find you there at night as the world around us quietly sleeps, and pigeons calm their endless cooing from the eaves— as muffled...

There are no words that we could write to brush aside the broken years or set a wounded heart to right. There are no words that we could...

Some have seen the signs of seals broken. Some, say three and six will follow the crowned rider, bleach wood bow drawn astride a horse of...

The notched half ear that couldn't hear the rattle of pans in deserted alleyways did not bother the ebony cat, sprawled languid...

I've seen them there, dangling— translucent strings the eyes won't see that keep his world unsteady. To spin upon an axis worn by wayward...

I'd never seen a shooting star that makes a dream or wish come true or ease the pain of hidden scars. I'd never seen a shooting star. No...