Rise

Reduced now to ashes, I rise from the fires of transformationagain and again, and it gets wearying sometimes, all this deathand resurrection, so many incarnations within one lifetime,and occasionally I struggle with perceptions of others,the young simply trying to...

Ink Not Yet Dry

The longing to be loved is profound, the soul sings life into being, a journey not yet taken, yet once in progress, so often reprising experience already inked and dried, fading on paper not meant to last; The manuscript is not complete, we are all unfinished works in...