At the back door, can sense the demons in the house ( Read more... )

Inner city sidewalk, going daaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnccing ( Read more... )

A clean, sterile apartment ( Read more... )

love, beauty, truth!
one does not need even to write
to be a poet, in fact and fiction

Naked man walks
erection nods its head
hello there dude!

To a blog near you, right here in fact with fiction (as a crude lover might say)

"The naughties"

The sword unsheathed in ( Read more... )

Red oak smear on ash
As much as sky can bare
Out in soot then we come
Pissed off and angry there

Dem'El an Ang'El ( Read more... )

The Deft Touch Of Dem'El ( Read more... )