(a poem including a line by Neil Gaiman) “One of you will betray me,” Messiah said. He’s right. Books were safer than other people anyway. Sometimes, it’s what Judas did to his master that makes me wallow in solitude instead of walking a lonely bridge…

  Heavens formed of brass Earth of iron below As his belts stars do pass The words which now follow:   Immortal gods centered in the cavity Powers formed and some less known For their shield of invincibility As words that have prolonged their lives…

whisps of smoke circle from the pocket behind her lips rising in loneliness the stench not new relegated outdoors away from the revelry a socially acceptable isolation of her own choosing the boozing brazen in its dedication to keep her separate but seen secluded but…

books were safer than people anyway, you always knew were you stood fiction, no fiction, F A N T A S Y people pretend to be what your looking for while trying to turn you into what thier looking for some use lies like sweets…

Text Prompt Use one of these quotes as a jumping off point. “I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.” – Natalie Diaz “I stopped thinking about extreme grief as the sole vehicle for great art when the grief started to take people…

To my son, I hope that you are happy And that you are always able to know what that is Stay out of trouble if you can But go into it if you must Know that I don’t care who you love As long as…

I swear, what was written tastes better than apple served by the hands of a lover. I know men who mistook their stupidity for cleverness. I am against nothing but a man who doesn’t feel the end of this poem as the end of a…

Tea and cookies on an ornate plate wait for young ladies to sit down and hear the old tales from old men who know nothing of secrets that they keep and lies they tell and promis- es that die

I took a trip across the sea to find a treasure, new to me A gift of hope from years long gone, whose beauty smiles just like a song I walked awhile, I rode some more, then found my way upon the door Of those…

The lake froze over As it does every winter Streaks of brown and white Air bubbles that catch a last breath Eye staring up Everything is visible And not at the same time The images bend and twist Ice distorting purifying and consuming all