of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
#Poetry
isn’t it a wonder that the body can know the spirit so well?
in a short space of time i have become consumed with the fires that consumed the twentieth century. […]
a greeting to 2020
of social death and reactionary awakenings
choosing light
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer’s block. more so because […]
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
faith and the leap
of visceral pain
