Left on the Shelf

The door creaked as it begrudgingly opened. A flurry of dust, mingled in history, flew up from the unacknowledged mail gathered around its b...

... The rhyme burrowed through his mind, following the trail of ancient tracks and tunnels forged by countless repetitions, all on the knee ...

  Deep in the heart of the night and I am alone in my cell. Sleep will not grace me with its balm. A single candle sputters, its light flick...