Poems on getting here.

parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a change in the observer's position that provides a new line of sight. the parallax of nearby stars caused by observing them from opposite points in earth's orbit around the sun is used in estimating the stars' distance from earth through triangulation. very few art works in this book belong to me.

Poems to raise the dead.

cry with mama moon

A pathway of light, illuminates, allowing the boundaries of darkness to be lifted, the cynosure has made itself known to me, I gaze, wonder struck, in all it's beauty.

This is just a collection of things I jot down while I'm in a dark place. Not all of them will be dark, but most will be. That's generally when I'm creating at my best. A lot of them won't be very long either, I tend to get stuff out in just a few words. Anyway, no A+ poem writing here, just what I feel in the moment. Thanks for reading :)

It's yet another MajorSeventh. Hop on the big shoulders and look ... Lastest poems are always posted last in my collections. Winter. So, expect sparse gardens, late autumn and wintry countryside, wry philosophy and humour, tenderness towards little beasties, meanness towards a particular ex, and whatever sunlight falls his way. ............ Oh, and there are no similar stories.

a collection.

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

Liminal living; these things are not for the weak of heart.