in a Moonchild’s wasteland.
That amaranthine bay so very far away.
Where the Waves no longer crash upon the coarse Earth for they both understand
that even the faintest of
whispers c...READ MORE
When toothless wind moves its mouth across your back,
Dredges up something dusky, dim, and primal,
And you can feel the dark figure from yards away.
Might as well be miles, may as well be millimete...READ MORE
Your breath and mine ran away together
through dew-covered grass
and was felt by the mud and the rock,
seen by the owl on the branch,
chilled by the evening and the season,
faintly abraded by...READ MORE
Though there have been a number of changes to my secondary major, my primary major, English, has remained the same since Week One. Like many others, I chose English because I always liked books, writi...READ MORE