The Same Fate September 24, 2019 No Comments When he came to he was already knee deep in blood. In the tightest of corners. No exits. But there was a window, there was Read More »
A Poets Last Thoughts February 23, 2012 No Comments The city dies by old age, tomorrow. You can never die to0 late. It is said that a dove can heal, all of our savagest Read More »
A Poets Councilor November 11, 2011 No Comments Today I was talking with a friend about therapy, upon watching a television show about serial killers she made the comment “So if Read More »