In the distance, an echo"Beaufort, Beaufort by the sea..."Keeping cadence gently with the wavesThough I haven't walked this shore in yearsThe ghosts of footsteps linger hereFifteen men, forty-three poundsDancing with the sand fleasTheir ghosts are still runningYounger than the...

innocence is sad, you don't understand my maladystuck between two worlds, I shine then withdrawyour voice calls me forwardwith much trepidation I comeentering into an understanding with youyou will not scrutinize me harshlymy one vulnerability, I shy in the...

I saw in your eyes crying for the shadow on my stone with a candle in the cathedral when the moon has licked the graveyard grass a melody of dying withers fate has made between the pages a forgotten...

"Once upon a midnight dreary," I whispered to the corpse of my Lenovo, the words slipping from my lips in a cadence not my own—a voice borrowed from a long-dead bard, thick with the weight of centuries and bourbon....