In twilight's breath, dark swallowing lightCloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouthEchoes growing louder in council of secretsNo longer muffled whispers of raven flightBut Polly wants a cracker perched on a wooden throneYet feast on the bonesPolly has...

  The Secretary “GET ME A MARTINI,” his voice crackled on the intercom. I’ve been working for this fucker for a few months now. I was already starting to regret my decision. I knew I didn't have much secretarial qualifications other than...

My eyes upon her beautiful, breathless silence.   Whilst she sleeps forever, I whisper to her in prayer.   Hoping she'll come back, I know that'll never be.   I consider setting foot into the grave to find her.

Here laced to your senses is an enchantment. If it doesn't speak to you...  let it show you!   The day aches, and I with her,  daisies in tune with natural energies  said trouble was on the dimming horizon. I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper,    quietly gossiping...