Keepers of the Crown Excerpt

Before, Now, and After   “I had brothers once,” I say. My voice is an echo of the ancients. A mourn. A scoff. “But...I betrayed them.” I shift inward when the darkness folds itself around me. The darkness I’ve summoned for myself. “My brothers...their wings were more...magnificent. The first brother’s were fashioned of gold, but the weight was nothing…

pretty boys / party girls – a poem

pretty boys / party girls A chaotic balance  of concussion and adrenaline, near transcendent blend of the divine: a demon’s medicinal drink, an angel’s liar. The reaching of a vagrant to immortal grounds  - a prayer.   These immortal grounds speak, “Wear your crowns! O knights deemed weak and damsels bleak.”   { Princes and…