Listen, before you cut your eyes out

Poor child, In your eyes tears that cry out in anguish For stars torn apart, The March of armies tearing you from your mother’s breast The sea green divide Of thousands of aeons of loneliness and despair on the new planet’s surface Poor child, You’ve probably seen me in your age and wondered if modifying […]

The Wailing and The Waiting

My skin stains blue, with tears that will never dry. The space surrounding me, bleeding with colors of every kind. the human condition, so fragile, and I need to know if this is all an illusion, so I play the game, yet none of these safeguards can negate what I feel in my heart, and […]

The Czarina’s Eulogy

They still write about us, they don’t know why. Our memories live on, through their worlds and song, Maybe they envied us, our glory and our wealth, Doubtful they may long for our struggles and sacrifices.   They still talk about us, in media and in revelry, History only ever painted half of the story. […]


Sleep, the anesthetic For the drowning pain that floods my senses I spent so much time misty-eyed, Hovering in the abyss, Barely hanging on And desperately searching for a hand To pull me back over the edge of the cliff, But there was none, Just eyes, critical and terrified To touch the wild, lucid flood […]

This is why the stars shine

On the ever winding road Walking the labyrinth Whose twists and turns spiral again And overlap the hardest lesson The lesson I failed 17 years ago Wisdom has taught me how to read faces and smell lies And to beware the eyes of Men Who value quantity over quality. Silence teaches me how to listen. […]

Saturday, the Psychopomp

We walk the silver mile on the shadow road, me in my princess dress, and you in your blues. I am on point and on cue when I stand in the fields where only the marble and granite grows. The sun blazes across the middle world, the faint head-turning of ghosts long forgotten, as a […]

Cast me to the winds

The silence of winters cold embrace, shivers through my bones, cuts diamonds from old stones, and hangs them in the night sky. Pieces of me, pieces of my past remain, waiting not for me to return; For I never will. Instead waiting to be treasured by others, whose paths walk them to the same place.