Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

Never let me Lose the Marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branch less trunk and what I most regret,
is having no flower, pulp or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
If you are my cross, my dampened pain,
If I am a dog, and you alone are my master

Never let me lose what I have gained
and adorn the branches of your river
with the leaves of my estranged autumn.

-Lorca

How Well Her Name An Army Dost Present

A cat's hazy cry
in nowise odd; sly
whose sodden yowl
does despair me so

Buried In The Hold

Three pairs of eyes dart quickly from side to side. He must also witness the physical and mental deterioration of a friend who is suffering from an unnamed disease.


"Each time, she finds herself tormented by her terrible fear of the rattling skeleton of a huge gorilla, which she believes inhabits the house at night."- Unica Zurn, Dark Spring
Drawing by Unica Zurn

Hollow Head Above Water

Lay your head down, old fashioned.
I'd like to be someone who you could learn to love again
you know how it is my friends

Put A Handle On The Past

give them heart hinges and get on your way!