Sometimes do you think the clouds just want a little taste of earth? Heaven can be tiresome.
Dying in December
The trees are ready to receive winter.
Hell Is Not A Place
A torment of untruths.
Pennies and Nickels
He points to the constellations, and the papercuts
On his fingertips say: Look! What I write for you.
Sand, cinnamon, and stone
I am sometimes
without their permission.
A Lesser Evil, Practicing
This was the rain,
rain enough
Terry Pratchett’s Never Before Seen (or Heard) Posthumous Poetic Work
Four elephants stand on top of a giant turtle, Carrying through space this fantasy universe.
Lamentations for my generation
Lies are the new currency.
This is not the home for truth.