The Withering October 31, 2020October 31, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment Why must glass imagined by the wayward few draw borders over lives bleeding out...
Toward the Witching Hour December 12, 2019December 12, 2019 Mitchel David Ring3 Comments As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour I’ve kept the moon company this night Watching candle wax collect and overflow Onto a table wrought from hallucination...