An Orchard of Thorns

“Trust is only semiprecious / to the stoned, lacking lustre, where / we go now is anywhere but / home, no one knows when to fold the / spread…”

Petasus & Talaria

“Carrying a lightness that runs / counter to the weight of his life, / tiptoeing with futile finesse / and feigned strength through brazen hoops of / fiery whelps…”

Lone Wolf Alpha

“Don’t let what inhabits you inhibit you, / artists harness chaos into something great / that communicates with people, poets are / the perverts who take the secrets…”