I am awake wondering why both love and anger burn, and why Icarus fell into the sea for the Sun. My soul reaches out into the forge, an unconditional death grip on a
An echo in the openness in the empty field in my hollow chest in my barren breath Coldness. Along the horizon, fire flushes, but it’s not here, not yet. In the stillness,
The rock fell. Caspian sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. His heart thundered in his ears, and he prayed with all his might he wasn’t heard. He heard heavy
The hammer and the anvil lived together in a little forge. The blacksmith relied on the hammer’s power and respected the anvil for her unwavering attitude. The hammer and the anvil had
One of his partners had received a tip the day before, shortly after the kidnapping. Following the tip led them to a small salon in the city’s middle levels where the light
Brady Scott swallowed hard and tried not to look as nervous as he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. He told himself that this was normal. After all, starting
There you are just standing around, Hands in your pockets, eyes on the ground As if they hammered you to what could’ve been A matchless heat, a bosom friend. Open wounds pierced
Dedicated to my brother David who refused to give up on God, even when God Himself didn’t seem to care, and who is now joyfully married and on his way to the
An echo in the openness in the empty field in my hollow chest in my barren breath Coldness. Along the horizon, fire flushes, but it’s not here not yet. In the stillness,