archives, poetry War-Words: Picture Frame in My Mind’s Eye. {poetry} The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers? Continue Reading
world People Lost in the Barren Expanse: The SF Underworld. I recently ran from someone who was like the people there, though in the context of the the place I saw him, I could discern him, I felt his humanity. Continue Reading