Cerebral Wildness

Excerpt from Journey To The Poetic Light Cerebral Wildness Oxymoronic To the edge of darkness In the landscape of the imagination Thoughts birthed to grow and form Where monsters sometime hide And demons whisper Brilliant ideas, images of death But… Read More ›

~ Night Eagle ~

Night Eagle Grandfather, Why do you call the owl night eagle? It does not look like eagles I know. Grandfather, it is an owl! For a moment, I thought grandfather finally lost his mind That he had become confused, Could… Read More ›