,, In all disorder, a secret order. — Carl Jung

Posts from the ‘writing’ category

Dead Bards ,,

It’s a terrible bless,, //being so vulnerably packed, crammed impossible tight inside this 4-limbed beast & with skin! caught by the trap of desire. Dionysus applauds.…

The Clocks ,,

In honor of my boy’s birthday today, I’m going to share the poem of mine I think Mr. Edgar Allan would be proudest of. The theme…

miss/mood

“Ma’am, I–” “Oh, no I couldn’t!” She cuts me off, sliding closer to me on the couch. Growling, “Please,,” Saying, “,you must call me Miss.” A…