Month: September 2021

frail things worship the old gods behind veils

summer freeway converge on the red light trail

summer waking what’s left of humanity

cold dawn worship seasons at standstill

been awhile the moon and fleeing smoke

wall gecko agrees with that strange thought

death’s salary: one last sigh

summer night thoughts hold the moon hostage

the rawness of life more rust on skin

having a soul defies everything they ever made