The Caged Bear Spies the Angel
The luster of a glisten is enough to elicit bliss The gleam from a beam enough to confound the intellect The crack of a…
The luster of a glisten is enough to elicit bliss The gleam from a beam enough to confound the intellect The crack of a…
I’m really not sure why this particular collection of my poems is called Blood Songs, the title it has had since beginning the…
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This high adventure, in loosely metered heroic couplets, follows Abdallah Jones on h…
The enigma of it all stood up and spread out its feathery arms All the doubts and gnarly creatures disappeared from around it …