October morning is wistful and reticent as feeling one after the other threads through […]
Crimson is the aura of death that sought to coerce lost souls into a […]
Luscious these thoughts that seem to swallow on October day, as I sliced […]
Sweet this all consuming apocalypse which sought to devour around hour of early […]
If the sun is in redbud leaves and feeling mounts the tapered stairway […]
