Behind the Door
A room without windows and a single dim light a door that stays closed locked day and night. Why would I leave when I have all I need: a...
Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
Behind the Door
Your Blood
Dreams
You
Pelagic
Look
This Moment's Goodbye
Ghost
Spinning
The Ivory Queen
Home
Hope for a Zealot
Empty Veins
A Painted Man
Mental Messiah
Just Over The River
Hesitate
Drown
Child of Mine
Children of Hope