Such beauty in the absence of light. Absorbing all around it, a color without hue. Saturated with brilliance, the shade of genius in the dark. Portending evil, witches, and magic, secrets, violence, and transience. We bend our heads to the color of mourning, to its final authority. My Neanderthal painted it on the cave at … Continue reading Black

Down From The Tree

That place of wonder Deep in the mind that has a soul That place that is no place That all fear Though some go to in pain Hoping for relief But there is none there There is no there We are too brief Like death uncovered Shaped like a stick of misery Broken inside with … Continue reading Down From The Tree