Icon that clashes with current image for the masses, a mass of love and flesh and wisdom and power clasped between fingers of true...

The path stretches on and on, never seeming to end. All in sight are trees and remnants of ruin in a present I no longer recognize. Piles...

wander to the high chasm to where you hear it floating to where the great river border moves where winter is washing the old forest’s...

It happened on the same day that I got my driver’s license. It was after dinner (Claire, my mom, made her usual vile eggplant and kale...

Men don’t like an angry woman Women can be somewhat reflections of men And as women We must smile to reflect on the men that they’ve done...