What Happens When You Can’t Think

  You watch vampires that’s what happens rather appropriate really when the heat, study, writing and just each breath of living drains you to the point of emptiness only without an immortal timeframe and still a beating heart that yearns for a speck of hope in the unending days of trapezing the fickle fractured moments … Continue reading →

A Hearth Remains

                Working Still by Borg De Nobal   Picking up remnants in the forgotten landscape a hearth remains rocks stacked toward the sky a chimney venting wounds from stains trampled into the dust of long ago pained faces in the lingering smoke never completely fade while the garden … Continue reading →