FE. MDLXIII. / In Death Mine’s the Fury

My strength, now a chasm, once great, now the city resides in me, yes, now as I am falling out I see the comedy of the Greek Virgil speaks, “He hath himself accused”, the proliferation of my sins in short time, I am used With rams blood around my neck I hear but cannot discern,Continue reading “FE. MDLXIII. / In Death Mine’s the Fury”


Conceived to dust! the fleet angel yells, you buried my trust in a hand-written sonnet Eastern promises mild enough to keep me wandering, yet left me dry, lapping at the river of dilapidated structures you called home Print by Hiroshi Hamaya Snow Land

-‘ Somber

oh forgive me in time for your matrona son is still teething on blessings, forgotten cracked ceilings of the church where I prayed for my health –  –  –

The Lyric of a Shared Winter

The weary traveler wrote for a grey knitted coat that she wore one day She made her home in the snow and for the winter she wrote for the warmth of May The romantics of life yet burdened by strife, that which made her shy In an old red cafe she left the thoughts ofContinue reading “The Lyric of a Shared Winter”