Melting into a Vision
“You shall not pass.” A tear tracked down his porcelain cheek a moment before he exploded. Continue reading Melting into a Vision
“You shall not pass.” A tear tracked down his porcelain cheek a moment before he exploded. Continue reading Melting into a Vision
My perceptions are winnowing,
contracting
to the chalk outline tying
me to this spot where something
delivered me into Death’s hands. Continue reading Monday Melted Me
Nibbling corn, he saw the world shorn of its preconceptions & scorned the forewarned Continue reading Once upon a Winter Morn
If I’m not the one, then who am I? Continue reading Monday Morning Melts