Angels are supposed to be heavinly guardians not besotten with humanity not lovers. Yet here you are all […]
Month: May 2018
my father’s poison ivy is rooted so firmly so paternal in the back garden of my hyppocampi stretching […]
I was pulled from stone no other sword is mightier than I King Arthur No one man may […]
At my round table you’re my left hand my hidden blade The ace that wins the lot Is […]
