I am aware of who I am and need no gods or goddesses born of archaic pantheons crushing the will of mortals beneath a gilded heel... I...

I will not tell you of my dreams. For those rely on what ifs and whys and truths between our fact and fiction— No matter how pleasant our...

One wonders where emotion ends and logic's prodigy truly begins. I have seen the fragmented soul, helpless The pieces scatter across a...

I feel what I cannot fear. Things I cannot see I see once more. I think by feeling, yet deny thought, and flicker—off, on, off, on, and...

The rictus grin of rotting flesh that feeds the one eyed crow— Whose putrid scent offends the sense of what we thought we know. A savage...

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Recall! I, too, have buried the dead and seen the faces aptly avoided by the living. I have...

Winter, endlessly one reflects. Yet, What stirs the visions the mind has shown? The thoughts of past, of how I've grown and how I'm now...

The golden knight bereft of height sat sullen in the glade in contemplation of his plight and choices that he'd made. And watched the...

Your mind recalls the day she left. Silhouette, blending perfectly in memory, Imprinted on weathered canvas hanging on the edge of...

Animal to man the harbinger came silent, creeping down corridors unseen. In the company of Mary whose typhoid breath and unclean hands...

He's been there awhile, silent. If not for subtle sobs I would have thought him stone; black on white marble, a band of gold on a white...

She doesn't know across the room he contemplates the lay of hair, and ponders twirling a single lock, with warmth of whispers upon his...

The heart is lost, the damning void, the song of spirit has flown. Through passing of seasons, devoid of life, it will linger ever...

Once, a child tossed his glitter high and wondered at the pattern on a backdrop deepest black At night, city lights muffle heavens...

I have never captured moonlight, nor have I harnessed suns to counter coming darkness. For demons kept at bay by light of day only return...

Have you seen the pink foot— the one I keep near the other one? No, no—not that one—The other one! I'm late, and the incessant tick tock...

They see him there, the quiet smile upon his lips, recalling something more that not a one could ever know. In wisps of smoke the somber...

I cannot breathe. My steps falter with each passing strike of serpent tongues made routine, venomous fangs tipped with the ichor of...

I hear a voice that echoes from within. Not a cold or harsh voice; its timbre is familiar without sibilant demeanor. "You don't believe...

I dream of nothing and travel the road that never bends. I do not fear the cyclopean eye that looms red, peering from a yellow face. For...