The crisp night… spellbinding shutters thrown open courting the cool, night air Alone in Ardley House potions of poison and promise simmer and intercepted are…
Category: poets
There was a time, back in the Days of Yore when poetry was an art and really did sound like music that you wanted to…
Conflict arose from a timeworn bookshelf out of musty old pages a master’s lesson innocence and experience can you travel far and never venture into…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…
After it’s all done what is better than skirting around eternity radiant in ethereal light forever with my kindred soul broken no more at the…