The hyenas' heinous hunts of fawns,
the gory glory sacrifice of lambs...
When the crucifiers
crusade...
SCENE ONE:
You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by...
I love the darkness of winter mornings
A sense you’ve beaten the light of day...
I sleep well, occasionally
Doing my best to prevent it...
A limitation
isn't disposed to eclipse its...
you’re welcome to the feast, pardon the manners...
hunger does strange things, have your pick of any...
I, too, tire of the yearning, blue-violet flames...
beneath the skin, waiting for either your kerosene...
The river remains
constantly there because she...
The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...
what happened to the days
when writing words...
Don't outpace your friends.
paddling unequally you're...