– The Stability of Conflict – There is a difference in the pattern where from resistance becomes rebellion. If you… Read more Prose – The Stability of Conflict

– The Urban Dream – Midnight on the downtown strip;I watch a painted paper crownblow in circles among the roadworks… Read more Prose – The Urban Dream

– Defensive marginalization – Tolerance of the individual identity is long dead. In its place now sits a code of… Read more Prose – Defensive marginalization 

– Xenophon – When the fae come forward to sing their laments, we will come to know that our world… Read more Prose – Xenophon

– The Madonnas’ Rose – Ascending from the sacred waters, she washes away the marks of her passing, footprints left… Read more Prose – The Madonnas’ Rose

– Karmatic Commodities – Karma is an active currency, rather than an act of courtesy. Despite the search for equality,… Read more Prose – Karmatic Commodities

– Cannibals of Faith – We exist in a world where there is little difference between a bill of rights… Read more Prose – Cannibals of Faith

– Airwaves – The sky is shattered; Blood like water, falling on the ruins of a once magnificent city. Broken… Read more Prose – Airwaves

– Ambulant Angels – With no prayers left to answer, without flight and wings of love, my voice becomes silent,… Read more Prose – Ambulant Angels

– Anaxagoras (The Assembly) – I call the scholars to our final order; Stand fast at the gates as the… Read more Prose – Anaxagoras (The Assembly)

– Antithesis in Stoicism – Our stricter moral code is so often incompatible with the sense of our better virtues.… Read more Prose – Antithesis in Stoicism

– Cathartic Possibilities – Catharsis is a journey of strength, which contrary to its free-falling nature requires such moments to… Read more Prose – Cathartic Possibilities

– Crown of Thorns – You stand atop your pedestals, stretching skyward in golden glory; But when I don my… Read more Prose – Crown of Thorns

– Crusades – Uplift As a shepherd leads the flock, I stand with staff crooked To defend against the wolves,… Read more Prose – Crusades

– Eidolon – The image of me is mounted high, in the framework of a bigger picture. I have become… Read more Prose – Eidolon

– Elysian – 1: Gateway I am the place before heaven where heroes pass into legend. I am the space… Read more Prose – Elysian

– En Garde – Fuck the king, and his band of heavy men, that which could never stand as strong… Read more Prose – En Garde

– Faith of the Void – I built my Gods from the essence of the void. Those Gods are my… Read more Prose – Faith of the Void

– Hospitality and Pain – These sensual dimensions that I have lovingly created have been brutally invaded, and my sacred… Read more Prose – Hospitality and Pain

– Icarus Flight – 1: Upward In want of freedom, on wings of wax and paper, I cast off into… Read more Prose – Icarus Flight

– In Corpus Memoria – Life is the process of separating my faith from a statistic. What do I really… Read more Prose – In Corpus Memoria

– Janus – He sits in the centre of a great round room, lit with the gentle yellow glow of… Read more Prose – Janus

– Karmas’ Army – Your lack of presence has me retching with the taste of social malnutrition. How can your… Read more Prose – Karmas’ Army

– Knots in Crosses – I walk the city as a stranger, my prayers now borne on the crosses of… Read more Prose – Knots in Crosses

– La Sylphide – The night breeze enters through the open door, cool and soft as it runs across my… Read more Prose – La Sylphide

– Maenad (The Madness of the Muse) – I am a lover by nature, not ever to be as loved… Read more Prose – Maenad (The Madness of the Muse)

– Moirai (The Fates) – Sometimes in my haste to live, I forget to breathe, I forget the beauty of… Read more Prose – Moirai (The Fates)

– Oneiros – I am the iconoclast; The shaper of freedom, the breaker of forms. I rest in the place… Read more Prose – Oneiros

– Orion Rising – Rising under eastern stars, with red sun fading on his broad back, night falls upon the… Read more Prose – Orion Rising

– Phoenix – The world has become a battleground, 
cities burning for days without relief. 
I was not prepared for… Read more Prose – Phoenix

– Reflecting Gods – You hide behind me in the mirror, reflecting the vision of your Gods upon me, reflecting… Read more Prose – Reflecting Gods

– Remains of the Day – Our lucid dreams are like a liquid pool reflecting our shifting presence, a shared… Read more Prose – Remains of the Day

– Sword and Ink – They say a true shield draws no blood, yet behind that shield, we cannot stop… Read more Prose – Sword and Ink

– The Curse of Light – The shape of me is broken and I need to feel you closer, the… Read more Prose – The Curse of Light

– The Days’ Prayer – When my life grows short, may I live longer for every passing moment. And when… Read more Prose – The Days’ Prayer

– The Human Contraband – I imbibe your holy spirit, wasted in my sacred spaces, empty like the bottle lying… Read more Prose – The Human Contraband

– The Valkyrie Heart – I cannot bring you peace, but I will learn to love your rage. I will… Read more Prose – The Valkyrie Heart

– Torches Burning Cities – The world is harsher now, the ideals of our rights defiled, and privilege given first… Read more Prose – Torches Burning Cities

– Tracing Spirals – Dust and druzy sand moves swiftly in the wind, tracing spirals around me across the planes… Read more Prose – Tracing Spirals