A Pauper’s Grave A pile of rocks upon a hill Comes a sad and bitter chill As winter settles in, for summer’s… And frost covers the old rusty cro…

Horns of the Netherworld, the voice of the prince of the dar… the evil that lurks in dark alleyw… located down, down beneath the benevolent homes

Sea of dreams of liquid glass, infusing the real with the unreal, the quixotic with the mundane, a journey into the imaginary, waters painted with an aquatic blu…

Emessaries of the Highest Kingdom… overseers of the needs of the eart… erected towers by the hands of the… as clouds inundating the languid s… with eyes that see the starving wh…

My highlight of last summer was on one still night, sitting upon a knoll while listening to a live symphony. As the fervent strings warmed my heart with their hidden beauty, I pondered...

The boy was disheartened when the leader of his encounter group said he was aloof, detached, and weak. He wanted to fit in with the rest of his peers, but his thoughts were still miles...

Curtains hanging on the way to the… adorned in white satin with silver… puffed up by the winds of the hot… luxuriate in the midday skies in t… in anticipation to the viewing of…

Snow covered north side of Myers… but south side green grass in summ… as we drive on through the country… and the transition of the season u… A warming of the side that faces t…

Chauffeur driven brooms on high As rich witches climb to the sky, Brooms of silver and brooms of gol… A skyward racing 'fore the moon of… A fun ride for a poor witch to hit…

What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...

The quiet strings smoothed out the… and everything sat still with an e… The soggy air hung above the glass… and the quiet grew soft and the so… Hush-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.

Pockets with pants hanging on them Pants with talking pockets all aro… Talking pockets that laugh at your… Pockets with many laughs and arms Arms that gather up the pockets

If humour shouldn’t be offensive to anyone, what is left to laugh about? “Laughter is the best medicine,” so they say. I am a musician, and I used to laugh when I saw a joke or cartoo...

“The truly religious man does not… Divisions of God The birth of religion The formation and growth of a concept