I Am Still Butter!Is there a way to even describe Butter? That itty bitty esk. A true treasure chest! In which is stored love! My heart was stolen at first...
I Am ButterAll Esk are varied, many they number Some are massive with voice like thunder Carrying mountains on their backs Most sought to protect...
There will be no Going BackBefore, she was something else (or was it someone?) Should it worry her if she doesn’t know? The fog in her mind mimics the fog muffling...
Esk Poetry the FirstFaust There is a solemn beauty in a pale grey landscape A dewy grace to the twist of a barn owls neck There is worth in the flowers that...
Heron WellfellowYou were born under a dark star. You can feel it watching you, coldly and distantly. Sometimes it beckons you in the dead of night. It...
Erangelia ZymaAs a child, Erangelia was the apple of her parent’s eye. They had no extended family that still spoke to them but their small family was...