Fragments and Illustrations

Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More

Dying Star

The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines … More

Who has been hiding under the bed , these lonely nights? I whisper, asking if anyone’s listening but no one … More

Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night … More

What does one say about the insanity of a dark room… flamboyant voices with extraordinary clarity have tried to reason … More

Would it be alright if I simply give in to this dark monument that rises? Large chunks of being this, … More

It is dark outside. Ominous laughter greets my evening melancholy like an old friend. It has been some time, or … More

I feel ties of comradeship weigh down upon my chest. Buried under the crushing weight of my wounded horse, I … More

.oO0 Once upon a light, there was a picture, and all the other pictures made her sad. She looked at … More

“How can I help you?…”, he says, clears his throat, and adds, with a pause long enough to communicate the … More