You, with a wax masque of a Summer rain, inconstant scatterbrain Know: the love of fathers is hell on a st(ake)rand! You, with your limb more stiff than the dogmas of Lucifer. Who have you forgot to permeate: The Woman: who is a river ( for she flowed to you) The Daughter: who is volcanine... Continue Reading →

In the soles of your boots I followed you, piecemeal, down the stairs. Down and down you went unaware that your cruelty held me hostage. It's not an exaggeration to say that you were a psychopath and I am certain that there are others who suspected. Only a shell could protect against your trespass and... Continue Reading →