To my old homeland I return again enshrouded by autumnal fragrance. Blood trickling down from bleaking woods to the drenched soil - squandered - and seeps away....

As twilight befalls this never ending day, it tints the horizon into an adumbrating red. It seems to reflect my severe wounds but I respire within a cold breez...

I remember that Monday morning When I was subpoenaed to be in court Many things ran through my mind I started thinking about the people All day long, trying to...

Have you heard about the hollow man? Too frightened so he turned and ran, from the vision that he cherished so Couldn't see it, so he let it go Everybody has a ...