My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Last Threshold
“…I have always been able to fix anything
but now—I can’t get inside to fix this
nor can I escape its vast—rogue tentacles…”
Things We Do Not Speak
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
Shores of Mercy
“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”