Total solitude casts a gigantic shadow against the wall of inner self - It is here the most inward of all observers appears to...

The ink, spilled upon the page, binds us . . . As if catacombed in storied soil : the blood, unlettered, courses by these hinges of the...

In a room rarely filled with light, I took myself to her supernatural ear. . . I whispered “now I have found you to be beautiful” : she...

Photo Credit: Unsplash The ‘base organicity’ of who I have traveled far ‘to be’ is composed of all places I ‘have been’ - the vast corn...