He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
Tag: Death
the departed
I used to think loved ones who had died sat on clouds and watched…
the end? – narcissi, revisited
The end was not what I had expected.
Inspirations
Ye who proffer pain and poison
doom and gloom
leaders of the somber cortège
through my mind’s spare room
speak to me, my muses
defying atrophy 