Destruction bound in a sphinx’s eyes, implicit cries fructify my dream. As the moon directs…

Time’s logic is no logic but the disturbed compound reverie of a seminarian’s demonology. His…

Voyagers among eviscerate dreams one day’s remove from ports of night, our oars in the…

I come with a charm, ash tree Beneath your caverns of living wood near your…

Obeisant totemic form obedient to my will, around me silent waters spill their visual storm.…