Category: Poetry

Menelaus to Paris Not a day goes by in the years that have […]
It’s a dangerous fruit; scarlet in its ambidexterity and artfulness, itching for something […]
Blooming buds know not devastation. Their roots forever explore the softness of mud […]
The art of almost speaks in whispers of the waters and the wild; […]
We must unfetter ourselves; go beyond many media managed meringues— hot lemon discombobulating […]
The perfect excuse; long after rays of the sun melt and wind in […]