“how silently, fool me not, tv” the silence leaves not thus. the screams commence scratching the fence and grief hijacks… Read more carol(?)
sifting spurious screams “sacramental”. Tender Word. Sanctuaried.
Petrichoric bliss enchants droughted inhale. Drenched by Red of sword’s chords. *the sword of the centurion who… Read more ichor (revisited)
It’s been a word on my mind for years. Well, not the word, actually. Because I don’t speak Portuguese. (And in… Read more saudade
Compelled to her feet He reminded her of the Garden. It kept her walking… Breathed to her healing the Leaves’… Read more nepenthe of nepenthes