Greville and the Tombstones

  Protect yourself, there are people There is a she wolf howling at the moon. Howling at anything looking like the moon. In her teeth she...

  This is...  After the minute's silence comes the encore When I was young I struggled to express my fate. Well, today my insides are st...

To me - and what I tried to do - in this poem is write exactly what my teenage self would have wanted to write. It has all that teenage cool...

  This is...  Long Jolly Crossbones Breaking light over flowing on your high seas. Playful shines upon them quick silver. And you told me th...

  This is only a mood piece. This is... A monkey on an expedition to circumnavigate the face of God You hurt me just the right amount. Set m...

  This feels like an affinity piece to  Hallucinogenic sister   This is...  The Sculptor (AKA: A commercial radio song) Globules of morbs ro...

  This is... A summer evening's garden A fox in twilight on summer evening prowl. Moving like a half-light memory I have winding In an e...

  This is... Nylon Flowers Nothing blossoms in this garden. It's without a cradle into the clouds' bosom. Lacks lightness of being s...

This is... Torture back garden I read in the latest Lady's Flora Gazette Plant life know when they are being eaten. "I am being eat...

  This is...  Sermon from the Priest Of Crows' Beady Eyed Pulpit Come and suffer. Come where there is no lyrical dealing in faith. Come ...