Photo by Harley-Davidson

Photo by Oleg Yeltsov
Photo by DDP
a close up of a stone wall with small holes in it

Fear

stands opposed to love as an antagonist against our person. pinching flesh between its claws, clackety-clack; drawing bloody gasps. as yellow as fretful lasses outmaneuvered by bumblebees. driving me into corners until I become...

Strand #1: Abstractions

A16 Twenty 15

My Son, My Son