A prisoner of memories locked in the shallows of the past . A true dissenter of the war on my conscience education. A burning freight car keeps haunting my dreams.
A spyglass destiny of fire . More energy spent unlearning than learning. Living life toiling in enemy territory.
Sweetly decadent this flesh and blood woman . Feminine as lace lyrical and ferocious, exquisite and dangerous. Unintended consequences of the violence of religion, a famine of spirituality. The terrible separation of faith.
The poet ablaze with the poetry of fire.
The laurel has withered in the talons of the dove . The sun rose as they danced over the renegade landscape. Nine stones surrounding the olive branch that’s broken.