Xanadu
 

The water drips off the petals from what once was frost the same way your past tugs at your sleeve. They all forget the dry grass that...

You pull it back tight. You run backwards to tease- sometimes just to tame. A black and gold handle fitted to my palm so you do not get...

Almost the light that allows for sight. The sight the sparrow sees and sighs, but that’s not me. I’m not quite white, nor brown. What I...

An ode to the lines I paint on my upper lash line out towards my brow sometimes black brown purple or pink I like it when the line is...

Small cold jagged piece of metal Easy to lose, impossible to live without. Hard hunk of steel gracefully turns the oppressive lock that...

As I use such an object I hear the soft sounds of writing echo. As ink flows through the tip to the paper, words or drawing magically...

When exasperated I become exhausted. With the flick of a switch I am dim. Trying my hardest to illuminate. I disappoint the sun, I will...

A nomadic lifestyle driven by Instinctual patterns, is the root of a Long legged creature’s legacy In nature. Blood sucking pests replace...

September 17th , 2019 Arsonist’s Delight I Amidst the mayflies And the cattails, Men shrouded in an Eternal faith Danced with the...

I see and write with small, clear circles in my eyes. Without them I'm blind, my perception is negated Without them I'm the old me, who...