Poetry 112910 by Maqlu|Published November 29, 2010-Updated August 23, 2014 gloss black horn or hair silver mist escapes thin lips is this not your time insulating unseen pelt highland coded DNA
Published November 1, 2010 11110 Death to Cancon pop devoid of import or depth “new blood!” cries the land give me something raw and real give me […]
Published October 30, 2020 Missive: Devil’s Night 2020 Was it a Facebook post? A meme? A dream? I don’t remember, but there was a story today of a frog looking […]
Published August 9, 2010 8910 in his fantasies his cortege is thousands strong hanging on each word if he opened his sealed eyes he’d see they’re already […]
Published September 27, 2010 92710 Crusade forever Accept neither quarter nor Question of motives Carry on til the decay Carry on no matter what