Of Friends and Fiends

‘Twas a stormy night in North Texas with country dwellers fast asleep, and one lonesome writer… The Fellowship of the Ring The bonds of humanity have me flummoxed. I’m almost a completely analytical person, but I was raised in a home where magic was possible, dreams were attainable, and you could do anything you set... Continue Reading →

Poetic Implications

Bleak eyed pockmarked and grey, all grey, Boldness is not plucked from inside of a shell, Warm, soft and plush delicately poised at the ready, The dialogue read not a verse in its finality, Bleat, in concession to the figure with a scythe, The gaze, a desert of a timeless sea born despite the doubt,... Continue Reading →

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