Saffron

The saffron pallor of humid doubt clings to the tendrils of our words, a death destined in the glare of … More

Bleeding Out

She grazed his hand with the hope of a touch, but neither of them moved. His eyes spoke of a … More

I chase the edge of an echo, true make-believe teasing reality. The sound of skin swimming in sin, a horizon … More

Thank you to the Sudden Denouement Collective for featuring one of my favorite pieces. The Beach Cottage on SD

Landing, crashing, retreating, withdrawing, escaping, suffering, suffocating, losing … mental illness is exhausting.

I write of darkness that inhales my light. I pen rays of hope that drown in tides of tears I … More

I write to let my emotions slowly escape A drop or two of blood of heartbreak A sigh of a … More

His smile, quicksilver on a midnight sigh. Illuminating needs I thought had resigned. My skin heated in sin and savagery, … More

*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental. I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, … More

Sin smells like leather, honeysuckle blossoms, cologne that lingers on hungry skin for hours. Sin tastes like strawberry juice on … More