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 Butter
All 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 Back
Before, 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 First
Faust 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...
An excerpt from The Epic of Sathem the Collector and His Continued Adventures in the Kingdom of Fort
Sathem, by chance or grace of the gods above, had found quite by Accident the hidden realm of Fortune Under-the-Mountain. The intrepid...
To Leave Behind Something Precious (The Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness Poem)
There are neo-nouveau novelas nestled, nesting nebulous in the northmost wall injected posthumously by precocious, presbyopic poster...
When You Bleed Ink it Stains your Sleeves
When words run off the pages because you pour your feelings in and all you have to give is oceans it makes the ink run marathons. ...
Salvation
Weather the storm inside your breast Treat yourself as gentle as the mist Carry your treasures inside your chest And hold your darlings...