The King Lives
I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…
I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into…
Ring us evenly in this final coming, the next beginning of a fish unwinding its languidity out,…
As the sun impends, a glowering foment, I anticipate these seasons with the cardinal dour: I quintuply…
No evocation of god nor holy grail can wade this emboldened maelstrom, no gale nor vocation, no…
Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse,…
Unnamable presence, immersed in my skin yet sinking, learning how the presented tint will ease our new…