Self-Portrait

The rage courses through (Feel her burn) Her cool veins, molten (Hear her song) The air a smoky quartz  (See …

Wise Man

She wished to be the reflective glass surface upon a peaceful sea – a rainbow of colors seducing his eyes …

Shipwrecked

On the greyest of my days, silt and salt settle on my thoughts.  I savor the saline tang of time …

She Calls

  The Siren sips upon the moonshine Intoxicated on wasted dreams  Desire lingers on her lips, whetted By need to …