“O’er the ache of mauve shores erotic winds billow long & deep … Her scent drips from the sky onto bare skin,… — Arthur Crow Bare skin Copy Share Image
“Thru the Stargate — I have lived a thousand worlds... fought the rage of inertia... sown solar-systems and dreams … In the… — Arthur Crow Dreams Copy Share Image
“Upon the scent of dying jasmine she loomed out that solemn brook, spinning herself a crown of silver, witches bones and citadels.… — Arthur Crow Jasmine Loomed Copy Share Image
“For the Night was never satisfied, so the Earth pulled her down, and her tongue sank into the ground like roots seeking… — Arthur Crow Tongue Sank Copy Share Image
