Hides cut in strips, half-tanned and soaked. Bloody beginnings will lead to bloodied ends. Buried braids in the hot desert sand, after which heavy stones stretch ropes. It takes a skilled hand to sand of its hair, to oil and knot the pirate’s lariat. Lined the narrow vale, far from their lands they dot the […]Read more "Lariat"
The man moves with purpose. The only sound is the gravel-crunch-step that echoes between the wall and the parked cars. The world holds its breath as if each step is a dagger that stabs deeper and deeper into a bleeding wound, inflicting more pain. The priest waits, while the man looks up to the sky […]Read more "And Why Beholdest Thou the Mote that is in thy Brother’s Eye"
horror fell over her face or shadows requited the light. alight the morning burned or musing words in morning light. I light the darkness or darkness highlights the light Question my mark, mark my questionRead more "Written in water"