What Will Linger/Hollow of Him - They crept so quietly back. Mere hints of words, at first, then whispers in the loud echoing a winter past. In this place, hollow of Him, his poetry resounded. I could...
Divided - No tides of time or distance will wash away your step. It does not fleet as they do, those gladiators and their mighty spears or the beasts that howl into the dark for release. Our story car...
In the City of Light, the stars are blind. Our constellations do not reside in the skies.
For a long moment we didn't move. We just stared at each other. So much time had passed since our eyes last met. So much had changed. I turned away and pressed my head to the cold window pane. I trace...
Books are not distractions. Rather, they are, and have been, the most profound and accurate mirrors man has ever crafted.
There is no shame in darkness.