There is solace in gripping with claws outstretched at the smooth slippery walls of the pit Bottom will not slow up will not approach any slower But the act of defiance in the face of that inevitable god Is sometimes enough Only there is no victory in combating what has been declared No honor in … Continue reading Descent



Dead dry branch sends the blaze erupting The air outside is cool enough to wear a jacket against the breeze But step close to the towering flame and feel the skin of my arms My face Begins to cook like one would imagine a spit-roasted pig to feel   The faces across the way are … Continue reading Bonfire