Burning Cave. Curving Bae's.

Friends, love, heartache or the sword. People like nothing more than to delude themselves, find distractions to stray or fill the void inherent inside all of us. A demanding job or dream to keep busy and active, some bud or buzz to wile and whisk away...

Old Earthquakes Still Lick Their Wounds

Aquila non capita muscas - unless she stands too grand and glorious in perfume one lace two touch short of obvious, or eyes too touched for a kiss to see the truth. One or two many if too many woo's, enough to make a Baklovian strand flush in...

Clandestine Apotheoun

I opened my eyes to find myself at the foot of a hill. There were people all around me, all walking in silence, some weeping in the middle of the path for those they left behind. I looked up and watched as a pine tree danced with the gentle breeze...