Above and below
these clouds cover the mountain
claws in frothy sea
There comes an echo
noise of an eagle hunting
sun fights against gray
perhaps only this: pastel
brushstrokes in the sky
What is the kanji
for this feeling, this moment
the rock wall--mist slick
Would that this skin this frail armor atop the husk of slow departure - Would that it held against the teeth of night's maw a...
Prove this with your science, Hercules, you with your trials and madness, soaked in the blood of the vanquished. Prove this with your scien...
What tears away like insect wings inside the whirlwind and peels like lead between the cylinder and the forcing cone as the pow...
By Patrick M. Tracy I have stood at the edge of the bright plain looking down across the good, cleared land and again I have sho...