Image – Beata Banach Photography Every Autumn Equinox I perform a small ritual which I call honouring the forgotten dead, in which I...

I am Her And She is me The guardian in woad A story screams Across the void Marked in battle lines I hear her scream Guttering ...

Image –by Shi-Nya-Nya The Songs Were like Dust In my Bones Aching Yearning to be released Blood stained fingertips Becoming...