Trinkets From My Soul

I think that I will go to the place where I am the religion the golden calf melted and forged from trinkets baubles jewels sacrifices brought before me of the firstborn thoughts the fattened feelings that have glutted on shiny judgments and prickly prejudices in that...

I Wrote a Sonnet

Crutchless And when the wars do finally desist, I might see myself alive in your eyes; ‘Twixt stones of blood and sly, coveting mist; Crutchless, you and I together will rise. In resurrection’s perfect power then, Do I lay all soul’s hope in joyous debt, With she and...