in ikon: looking back at my kilimanjaro
adapting delivery
between the cities
our oligarchical guillotines
“‘And know you not,’ says Love”
On a Darkling Plain, True
that old sober cross we fashion (one beam yours straight, and mine bent)
God’s Spell
in ikon: looking back at my kilimanjaro
adapting delivery
between the cities
our oligarchical guillotines
“‘And know you not,’ says Love”
On a Darkling Plain, True
that old sober cross we fashion (one beam yours straight, and mine bent)
God’s Spell