I build my kingdom Out of all of these mistakes I steel my nerves for The coming of day All these reserves for The war that approaches...

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or...

On and off again during my life there has been the feeling that things are about to combust, fall apart, or all come crashing down....

A poem about the pain and grief of a world with a disturbing inability to provide any kind of closure or justice to the victims of...

We're off the edge of the map, Jack Of Monsters and Margins Off the edge of the map Where monsters are in the margins The devils in the...