Author: Staff

When flowers die,They die slowly—Edge by edgeThe petals curl,Still, silently,Without complaint....

Under the muted moonlight,I,Dance with the dead,Loved ones,Left at the crossroads.Sing with...

As a child and young adultmy dreams were sometimes torturedby beings who thirsted formy powerless...

Loneliness is a wormgnawing at my gut,so I cling to boyswho don’t care(flowers promised but never...

They say on nights so very still,Sabine will come – oh, yes, she will.Holding babe to bony...

Behold! Spoiled girls who moan from sunriseto conniption in their daffodil socks andpickled...