Poems from SoaringWest

The words tremble and shimmer Rays perforate the clouds Pausing the rainstorm   A floating water droplet Suspended for a moment In its...
I asked you to play toy-soldier, as you lingered in the doorway. Your hands clenched, while your blue-eyed stones grew colder. The ruffle...
Mad MonkThick black smoke bellows skyward from the cobblestone square.The crowd stands silent while the monk's frail fingers hold firm....