Student Works

His drunkenness was finally stirring and soon he would have to exit single-minded onto this deathly isle of lost souls and darkened delights.

Their words and voices echo in my brain.

My lion’s mane comes roaring in.

It feels as if I’m only losing my years. It consumes me.

Hope just meant there was something left to fight for.

If the tips of my fingers didn’t fear the frost of an icy bite I’d try and write despite not knowing if she’d found another man to fill the void …

Do you remember the memory of that sound? What is it about that great sound that covers you in a memory glove that takes over you and spins you around …