Poetry

The Chasm

Jul 29, 2015

Sadly Insignificant. Bravely Iridescent. Traveling at the speed of light. Too fast to capture. Too small to notice. Directionless but bound up, by little elements...

Echoes of the Past

Jul 20, 2015

And so, the echoes of the past, mingle with the voices of the present, trying to change the whispers of the future. Soft whispers growing...

The Pot

May 24, 2015

Smoothness without shine, thick metal without luster, cast iron blackness, holding a measured amount, of watery morass; mixed throughout, tossed, with thinly spread morsels, bits...