Threading the Grid
journals, journals, and more journals I’ve managed to compile some pieces of my past poems into neat little blocks. I will keep a wee library here. This is my cursory attempt, a perfunctory approach if you will. It’s just the tip. Feel free to peruse.
My Desktop Background Yesterday in line at the fabric store, the woman in front of me turned around to inspect me. This is a frequent practice of women in her generation, a special silent judgment reserved for "unique" and "creative" individuals. She inspected my person and purchase with a smirk and turned around. It didn't bother… Continue reading Nosy, Nosy, Nosy
If we were to say start over again.What would become of usin the end?
The intolerable tyrant will meet a mighty end.The worst of fates Besetthose who dismiss and abusechildren. Boys who want to be Godspretending to be men.will be cast in stoneand tossed below for their sins. Artemis is hunting.Caireen is crying out.Stylianos has abandoned refugeand Jizo is awake.Nicholas of Myra is a Patron on the take. There is work… Continue reading Our Children
Stitchteller's Keep 
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