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...

In this article I’m going to conduct a brief financial analysis in order to compare the cost of having the person they call the “wife” as a permanent fixture in ones household as opposed to the intermittent service of...

Save me little girlSave me from myself Save me from my life I cowardly hide behind Save me from my liesburning deep inside Save me from my wordsI had forgotten or dried What can I do little girlFor everything I have tried I can only...