Category: Poetry

He is a cinnamon peeler; unrivaled, for this reason I am swept away— […]
I do not consume wine nor sing of saccharine promises that coat the […]
A momentary rustle of leaves; as persuasion blossoms and fills the air in […]
I was never fond of sleep; the blackness is perfect, a sort of […]
Grey shadows are platforms from which foliage sings; they speak of men, who […]
Fishhook barrel cactus casually eyes the moon;  amber in hue and enticingly so,  […]