Penned by Western

a lithe panther with a devilish wink, dawning pleasure, sparkling at the brink -- this is what it means to be pink. endless band-aids...

One day the time will come. You’ll flee the embrace of my daggered wings To fall from a nest of blinded optimism. Timidly into a void of...

It’s August. The funeral is over. The apartment is empty. A week goes by; emotions fade. I throw out the pen caps you used to collect and...

9:30 pm 18th November, ‘22 I left childhood with delight Age would be polite thought I. No genre defines me No rules there be but time...

The first drop broke loose The rest followed in an unbroken stream The pool of thick liquid grew uncontrollably

we are made of starstuff our bodies flutter through the cosmos on an endless journey neither here nor there from where do we come? home,...