Poetry Featured Siren As I chased the sun between a finger and thumb, Daedalus laughed at me and he cried: "She's got time on her side; still, you spread your waxen wings too soon." For a smile that could only do harm, and a thousand-yard-stare only she could disarm.
Poetry Featured In Times of Death In times of death, we speak as if they are there. In the places where we always left them. In the places where we now long for them to be. When we’ve wandered far but found no footsteps, Sung loud but found only the rattling shields and spear tips
