Freedom’s Flight

The Vampires roam tonight. Hide your sons. Hide your daughters. Innocent blood flows like water. Where’s the justice? The horrors of adrenochrome. The vile are free to roam. Freedom has…

Write-On

“Why don’t you write a poem about ‘this’ or ‘that’?” That’s not how it’s done. I can’t pull words out of a hat. I don’t control my writings. No, no.…