A rite of mind, a song of flesh,a soulful chord in chthonic cold,my plasmic dream crooned on sorrows blue'til the dawning wet could scream in red. The measured prowl of a smoking scowlmay string by root with howl or bite,my...

     “My dear! Enchantress of the dark wood!” Little Red Riding Hood’s mother cheered, parting the curtains of her daughter’s bedside window, allowing the blessed beams of the dawn to bathe her Little Red on a new day.      Little...

Jolie stared...      All night the stars suffocated in the moonlit sky. Gasping in the dawning sky as the first rays of the morning star tiptoed through the field. Her last chance was leaping out the window. The snow smothered...