Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  she wasn’t empty... she was filled with emptiness... and the difference drove him absolutely and completely mad. John Yamrus  - In a caree...

  Sunrise over OH Co Rd 9 February dawn. White frosted fields in rose glow, spindly weeds at the edge outlined with white, weighted over int...

  The Cockatrice The cockatrice is yet to hatch from its egg. It waits to wake, break the shell of its shelter. Its cell cracked, left behin...

  UNICORN     Pure love   Nothing less     Pure light   Beyond matter     Pure heart   Honest true     Pure mind   Kind giving     Pure serv...