paraphernalia

pretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.

blue ; mgc

once, there was a rose in a riptide. book the first

waltz of the snowflakes

this is about pale pink blood red brown skin

dawn

once, there was a stargazer in the heart of the city. book the second

night

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

lovers archive

everything i have ever written for her

boys

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

american gothic

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

paradise ; mgc

this is about the clouds and stars in that space where they say your brain is supposed to be

Until Proven Innocent

ENGLAND, FEBRUARY 2016: The Roux Gallery, at first, appears almost unharmed by the break-in: a window has been smashed, a few practically worthless items taken from the shelves ... yet, upon further inspection, Morgan discovers the absence of the Roux's most prized possession. Three months later, Ayla Culbert discov...