If we pull back the skin of wound, what we find are flies and flaws. The wound eventually heals and the flies find solace in the infirmity of another-- However, the flaws remain. But, if you bend, break, and reconstruct the flaws like that of a gentle artist, you have the ability of becoming a stronger vessel.

A shade of skin, indignant to make ( Read more... )

The Bluebeard ( Read more... )

The Sapling and The Butcher ( Read more... )

Fathers and Their Sons ( Read more... )

Softly satire slips unconsciously into hip ( Read more... )

I haven't a father, a brother, nor a decent disposition ( Read more... )

Malady, quaint and somber, softens the air with a friendly hello ( Read more... )

The brown corduroy coat (decorated with the blood of history) my father had given me, that which his father had given him, necked with the open fingers of dead oak ( Read more... )

She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen-- with that ( Read more... )