Excerpt from The Roth Overlook (WIP Novel)

A footstep into the dirt causes Bastian to spin upon his heel! What he views is the sun to his universe. It is a young girl, perhaps a couple of years Bastian’s junior, as she stands with the fabric of a pauper. Her hands are held before her. They fidget in a display of nervousness….

The Throat of White

Why mellow, when groped with tension? I muse, beneath the sparkling night. The clouds, beneath the ignited dark, Show with many faces, of fairness. Of one, with its own, trembling cheeks, That is Matilda, who beheld, my trust. She adorned my face, with kisses, Blessed my newness, with her rose, That which gave rise, to…

Writing Test (after hospital visit):

God fell into our arms, and he graced us plenty. I felt the cold flesh of your hazed form, and with a stem from above, I dropped a leaf into your blood. It sat beside in a warm puddle, for the wound it had released from still shewn with the sparkle of red. Oh, love!…