plutonian-chronicles-poetry

Carrying The Innocence Home

Dark madness gapes as children gaze wide-eyed into its black abyss. Innocence, burnt outwards, stares petrified from deep within...

The truth becomes loss, but lilies still grow, as lilacs and willows their beauty do show. And you in...

As the pieces of the puzzle slowly gather into one, the paradigms shift and scatter as petals borne upon...

Me and my shadow … contemplating letting go … grey shades hold sway … but over there, some new...

Mousey Brown laid down her crown at foot of wise old donkey; “I see the proof upon your hoof,...

Sweet Honey-coated white sugar swirls of tongue-tingling icing, melting on dreamy white mountains of cream coffee froth; all laced...