Month: January 2022

night gaze winter forest replies with a breeze

the seasons and more in a shot of gin

iced lemon tea for the morning soul

a history of arrogance surrounds the wilderness

the crow looks in and finds the void

dragged back into the winter dream

cold wave the wrecked body resists

strange how cells excite and flesh turns to ash

blessed with infinite monologues to self

gin burns a hole in the soul