Poem – What is Still, Still Moves
Heart of winter is ironic as nothing moves in this cold there is no hot blood though veins...
New Poetry on Beneath the Remains (2)
New poetry has been posted on “Beneath the Remains.” Blood Voice with no Voice
Poem – Blood
Time passes with nothing, with no stake in what happens next. It is pure in its motivations, its...
Poem – Beginning of a Season in Hell
I am petrified, The walls surrounding me Reaching towards Heaven and Hell Thoughts consumed, Turn towards the past...
Poem – Circle
The path I now walk circles and oscillates between two lives I struggle to be a part of...