Blooded early,     alone,     but it's a cinch:     just peeling skin on spattered rock to a pooling cry     gleaning god & grief with sharpened ease     fated late to survive (then thrive) with nowhere to hide...     a tear-filled alkahest  taking liminal shade 'neath a cool palisade     always teaching death with a bug-eyed splat or chipping a cough from...

  Always If my heart were to suddenly become the sum of stone I would want your names chiseled over the surface to forever have a place In the forever element of this poetic face Drifting the rifts of time and space Wherever it is we go when we go I would take you with me always in all ways ***Cipher Poems ***

Hey everyone, I wanted to share a quick update on Hypo Frost Magazine. The next volume is on track and scheduled for release in July—thank you all for your continued support and contributions! I also wanted to take a moment to...

    Writing is deep thought Analogous to amphibious activities into depths of deep seas Having a window to penetrate what lies below before the need to breathe Making for the skies above Everything we did we did for love Where the sun broke the clouds in the skies above Everything we did we did for love Ink spill a Rorschach of Holy diver staying alive by being alive being alive by being...