Tortures Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has…
Browsing: Poetry
If I Write Academia: “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This…
A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the…
You Give Me Your Quill Sinner that I am O God, Still You give me Your quill To write the…
Light my Way In the beginning was an explosion. Love exploded as energy filling the void! Whirling forth from it’s…
Interlude Something about the half-lit space invites silence. Sacred and calm. Sunlight, muted through treated windows, still manages to splash…
Utopia Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. Bushes…
He who Seeks Me will Find Me Hear this day My answer O child, The answer you have sought from…
The Convent Threshold There’s blood between us, love, my love, There’s father’s blood, there’s brother’s blood; And blood’s a bar I…
The Right to Perish Might be Thought (Part Five: The Single Hound V) The right to perish might be thought An…