Poems from Mirus
Trees shed their festive garlands, so that you may wear the brilliant circlets of autumn, however brief they garnish your forehead with ...
Haunted tales drift through the air, lingering like the fog that rises from the ground on crisp mornings.
You wander amoung the headstones...
I am voracious for knowledge, but you are constricted by the board.
Standardized tests and lesson plans are meaningless, if anything they...
Time is the life-blood of our realities but it flows freely away from us.
The sharks circle, ravenous.
The waves of time echo outward,...
The clockwork of the year is rusty after a summer spent in blissful timlessness.
Everywhere the cogs of the machine resist sudden jostling...