They dripped words on the page. Like liquid rubies, shimmering. A heart opened and laid bare. Exposed in shades of blue and black. Explicit. Opened. Ashes scattered from a million sack cloths, shook loose in endless funeral processions. The velvet glove of rose petals, fields of possibility, torn by the glint of new steal. IContinue reading “Poet”
essays on the human condition
Words that must be heard 