duel of my bleed

In the duel of the creed, may this dance be our seed, if it’s cruel take the deed make a stance, stop the bleed; hold the distance, grow an ash tree take a moonshot, steal the sunbeam, like a fool in the sea under blue silent scream needed rue just to breathe lungs all gluedContinue reading “duel of my bleed”

Can’t Take My Old Advice

Once upon a time I said, “stories end in happily ever afters too often, it spoils the ending before you’ve even begun, and that’s boring. But if you don’t write a happily ever after, the readers make an uproar, cuz at the end of the journey– through all the hills and bogs and stormy fogsContinue reading “Can’t Take My Old Advice”