Her heart is a cathedral. Bright stain-glassed windows, each a story to tell. So her own story is mapped out in ink across her breast. The entrance, tall imposing doors, not easily opened with gargoyles guarding each side, lips raised in stark, snarling warning. Beware. Yet, if you simply step past them, you’d find they […]
I will spread forth my hands whistle, call out her name may she lift her wings fly far ‘til she finds my open palm she’s a beautiful little thing with her delicate red face and her tan and grey cape I wonder if her feet are cold I am overcome with the urge to wrap […]
Recently my friend and fellow writer, Spiral Artist, inspired something in me. He wrote a poem the other day that used my blog title “Raw Earth Ink” as a ‘prompt’ of sorts. This got me thinking… Thanksgiving, a time we set aside to give thanks for what we have, has just passed while Christmas, a […]
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
There’s an oozing slick that’s worked its way down and across my ravaged flesh, a black oil sliding over me and permeating my skin When I lay back it flows up and into my mouth, down my throat, making its way to cover over the blackness shrouding my heart Once upon a time I listened […]
