ghosts grace every room Munch-like phantoms... asylum screams in spite, we are numb the lights flicker like a poison hummingbird... flitting fits of...
Siddartha's bright jade halo hangs in the cold sky this harvest's decline or perhaps a coat of moss warms the white bosom of Persephone as she tries...
After summer's red roses it's the grass that frost-shines bright even into the night Tourists walk the lit shop-front sidewalks seeking out sushi or...