Poems from Ambiguous Melancholic

The Sioux, the Cherokee, the wand’ring plains, They were promised peace, Would their children, blessed by prophecy, Protest against the...
She craves his body for pleasure,But he will not play pretend,Oh, how lover's quarrel!When their words are without censure,And the victim...
"Better to be bright and alone than dull and in dreary company."*****Did Ophelia go softly to her death?Is she in a child's sleep,Or does...
The faces we wear,I am not certain if They are real or,Perhaps imagined,AmalgamationOf all our fears and doubts,Molten and cracking at the...