And when I opened my deatheyes ( Read more... )

Inspiration: the important thing is to have the right kind of frustration.

Many poems are simply landmarks of bad taste.

Talent talks; genius does.

Poem: One more triumph over chaos

-- T.R

The loveless Wind shatters ( Read more... )

Destiny's changing Ship, her ( Read more... )

Before the Moon's comatose Spring wheel deathening ( Read more... )

And the Sunshine Coast casted a longer horizon ( Read more... )

The Man rests like a deathbag onto his helmet-knees ( Read more... )

A Wind offers me an unnamed ( Read more... )

Moonlost with oars of eyes propelling, tied in bondage to the ashes ( Read more... )

Spring is drowning in the Shine, I see ( Read more... )