A naked dread Silently built Preternaturally indwelt But seldom understood

Uplifted wings of living beings Creatures turned again like wheels Folded spaces, in-betweens Spun like webs where thunder reels

A machine-man brought to life. Built in a world submerged. Industrial. Used. But brought to life by something unexpected. The spark, like...

Self-control asleep at the wheel Buried in the kind of task That carries only a sick appeal Back to sleep At arms length Never withheld...

Sometimes we mix ourselves a potion of memory and regret and find ourselves wondering what might have been. There is something a bit like...

What happens in a world where love is a commodity and we are forced to sell ourselves like products? Cut out the vulnerability, brush...

Different people thrive under different conditions. Sometimes we meet someone or spot someone who doesn't seem to belong where they are....

Life moves in cycles, cycles of change and cycles that stay the same. Things fall apart, things come back together, and the dissolution...