You kill with God. Twist and warp the words of light to shadow. With every breath you pierce the armor of the innocent wound their hearts, slowly and deliberately kill their spirits. Your eyes divulge your pleasure at their pain…
Category: Poetry
My Mirror
By Lark Neville My friend, sister, my mirror…. I see in you reflections of myself. The depth of my loving heart, The anger of my fear. I see the burning fire of transformation, and the pain of becoming. I see…
For My Sisters
By Lark Neville Too many are the voices we hear, in our heart, from the lips of others, that denigrate, that scorn, that tell us we are something other than grace. Too frequent come the blows, the fists that would…