SandandBlood

Sand & Blood

“Heartsick melody promises / not to tell of its angry wound, / agony a sound we welcome / when it is not ours to own—sent / heavenward, the…”

SunriseinaBlizzard

Sunrise in a Blizzard

“Whispers adrift, falling like blankets / of pure snow, howl about how low they will go, / lacking its innocence as they grow, / piling on people personal…”