Fading with the Forest

Empty walls crumble. Brick-by-brick the wounds open. Scars wither to Earth.

From Golden Stalks to Green Mountains

Through her scars of earth, Between tilled shimmering dirt, Gold whiskers converge...

Crimson Tides of Sun

I wake on lumber. Crimson embers light the sky, as she sleeps on steel.

Chartreuse Sky

Vibrant fall branches, a facade of chartreuse sky, whispers with the wind.

Greed and the Grave

When the sun stings the somber eye and the curtains fade to endless sky, I can only hope for passion in this life. Without passion there is only greed. The palpable spirit, so free,...