The knife gleamed in the moonlight.If you didn't know better, it could be mistaken for a shimmering jewel,A precious treasure being offered to his lad..
I have a gift.I am haunted by spirits of what could be.I look into the smile of a woman in her primeand see the flesh drip off her cracking bones.Ever..
After years of searching, we found it. The solution. The miracle. The cure to our most calamitous afflictions. The drug. We called it Turpendium. Like..
I meant to write another poem today, and this just documents my extreme frustration...with some memories of summer at my Nana's thrown in for some rea..