It is in the midst of cruel December That cynicism springs forth Lush, verdant and fruitful. As people sit Firmly fastened in front of computers and...
Innocence Is a veil that is meant to be cast off A soft pelt Meant to be flayed. Warm sand Meant to be scattered Underfoot. How quickly the membrane...
We are sexual creatures. Denial of this fact Will lead only to an insurmountable struggle. Not unlike a dam Battling the perpetual current. It is the...