As I drown in ink, in secrecy,   A riven mind comes easily,   Amid your words of weaponry,   Unmask the ugliest side of me,   Willing poetry to speak my reality,   Hiding behind pages of elegies,… Read More ›

  Web Woven from the finest gossamer silk, Spun in opaled-moon-beamed milk, Bastion where the spider lays her head, Her larder´s heart and her silken bed, Turned to diamonds by dawn´s sweet dew, And kissed afire by sunbeams golden hue…. Read More ›