Nov23

Freya the KillerFreya fell down and prayed to the light, Revelling in the horrible sight. She felt so pious, down of her knees, Relishing her most murderous disease. I hear your question, the gnawing enigma: Who is this girl? What is her stigma? I tell you that she’s a terrible bitch Who dumps her dead…

Sep13

Ut Animae Defunctorum A war hero returns, still stroking his scars.As he’s silhouetted against the sunset,Lingering at the garden gate for a moment,The privet hedge wraps him like a trenchAnd the disbanding moment tugs at his coat tailsAs if cajoling him back to the battle.Picking up his life and throwing it over his shoulder,The burden…