this quiet growth for ages mistaken for noise sheds its skin upon my soul and for once i gift myself a smile swimming in the history of time where i am younger than the sun and she, in knowing my need, leaves scriptures in flecks of gold within the corridors of my wild
bones of the raven is my latest compilation of poetry and prose that dives and soars into the crevices of a heart, where beneath layers of joy and heartbreak live, to the bones of its soul. just as the often misunderstood raven, the journey of life offers different paths upon its wings, sometimes along dark, less traveled roads, others reaching for the sun. the bones, they are keen to every sense, having lived through them all. in the end, their weight is the same.
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
-Edgar Allan Poe