My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Sands or Stars
“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”
Things We Do Not Speak
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
Below Beasts
“they live above our indulgence
and our hackneyed opinions
to only give of themselves
in pure—unconditional love”