Shadow Shadow clings to me; I, to the Light. No angle to the sun Will rid me of Shadow. Shadow is tallest At highest Light, And dimmest At highest Night.   Freedom from Shadow Is an illusion. She is always over my shoulder and Hard to slap When she constantly rebukes me Into my tormented... Continue Reading →

Voices From the Veil

The following poems were written in a medium state. Maybe all poetry is so. Muse is ever present. However, I was listening to a message from my mother who passed in 2016, and two other voices came through. Hence, Voices from the Veil.

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