Poetry 51611 by Maqlu|Published May 16, 2011-Updated August 23, 2014 the crow struts borders and crosses back and forth free alone to conquer
Published August 27, 2014 Speaking ill of the dead Ah yes, you simply must —must!— point out Thunders’ foibles. As if no one knew of his addictions… as if anyone would […]
Published January 17, 2011 11711 a moon left to go cradled in the eastern hills shaken and mixed up the game continues alike still early in the […]
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 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 […]