Wolf Song.

The ragged edge of sleep, Oh how it taunts, And in the waking hours dares to haunt the soul Of hunters graceless in their gait Who in their hunger hardly care to wait Unless then patience proves to be their… Read More ›

Lady Godiva.

Beautiful woman. Rises early. Rises fine. Lets the dogs out. Makes the coffee. Washes her face. She picks up a cigarette and before she can get it lit, because she doesn’t smoke, there’s a tickle in her throat that rises… Read More ›