Transgressions of Benediction

Linger here. Breathe that heavy air ripe, humid with rites of spring. Consume this confession, sweet, juice- plump meat, pierce and tear the delicate skin. Inside? Lush, seeded sins. Consecrate- […]

Poetry :: Desire’s Worship

The following is what emerged when I woke at 5am this morning.  My mind wanders when I’ve less than five hours sleep.  What I shall henceforth call writing sleep depraved.  […]