The fire that took you will not return-             it was put out,                     smothered                              dampened             until it could no longer burn. But it is hard to discern             the past from the present             to separate the two is something I must learn  until i no longer think of myself as abandoned-  I haven’t, not yet            but i will, for you            I will not forget            But i will rewrite my...

The sacrificial flame burns high The licks of orange and red flicker White marble, red flames mix, blend, liquify  What he has done is unadvised- (Treasenous perhaps) But Cale watches-  Hypnotized, Hopeful. If the offerings burned in the holy flames of the altar can reach Olympus itself- Can they reach someone else? What about Cale’s mother? Could his letters reach her in Elysium? He hopes so, -so...

Poem: Mama...... This is based off of a story I am writing which is set in Ancient Rome (around 70 BC)

Poem: You don’t understand...... This is based off of a story I am writing which is set in Ancient Rome (around 70 BC)

original poem based off of the following quote "falling in love with a god is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the god loves you back,"