Unmoored, drifting,
anchors aweigh,
much like lifting
my wrinkled feet
from the silty floor,
where the world
begged me, Continue reading “Not Gold, But Pearls”
Spewing Fire and Gold
“Longtooth,
speak in rhymes
and say your sooth.” Continue reading “Spewing Fire and Gold”
An Echoless Place
Wax or wane,
dear Luna spins eternal
in an echoless place. Continue reading “An Echoless Place”