The Persimmon: An Introduction and Call for Artists
Against the dim of the waning sun stands tall the shadow of the Yggdrasil. The Tree of Life dressed in dusk becomes the Tree of Death, a towering totem to the lives lived and spent- […]
poetry
Ale Park I Urn
We were standing in the gardens of lucidity, […]
There’s Too much Space
There’s too much space around me I swing my arms to circles Dart in any direction Without obstructions Without connections This vacuum of freedom Is a cage of solitude I move & move Devoid of […]
a singular response to britain’s royalty and their union
seeking, always seeking. i found a small spanish refuge; my home was host to an awfully auspicious affair. i found myself now on these streets where fascists once marched and reigned, where now dark and […]