Haiku.

Poem about a house burning.

If only you could of been like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Just another one of my poems.

Every other second, each person lives burning away his or her fragrance like an incense stick. Enjoy this poem.

Shadows.

Rising Phoenix (Haiku)

A collaboration with my friend Jasmine Cook. She does the artwork and I provide the words.

This is my seventh Black Witch poem.

Tis the time of the uprising…