They tell the story of a maiden.Some say she was as fair as can be.Some say she was young. Or died as old as one can be.They say one day,her soul fell into a deep sleep.For nights on end,she would...

honesty in deniallike how you love memy soul is attachedand I knows yours is tooaching epiphany, I am not all that is desiredquiet resolve, I won't let it burnjust a silent knowledge... it issecrets of the heart are written...

  "A Slow Turning"The stairs lengthen each season,though the house remains the same.Names slip from my tongue—like coins through a frayed pocket,clinking faintly in corridors I no longer patrol.I misplace mornings,folding them into afternoonsthat arrive already weary.The calendar stares back...