Burroughs Manor Press

A Poem by Kerry Orchard They spill from honeyed lips, softly, softly, dripping venom, floating wraithlike; chill breeze, innuendo’s, misc...

A Poem by Kerry Orchard The air is crisp, the wind less stale, the past dancing with slight lisp, blown present, it is pale. The heart su...

A Poem by Kerry Orchard Looking into the eyes of darkness, beyond the shroud of emptiness, to the gathering mass of vagueness, where walk...

Slipping through unseen, unnoticed, as wind flow. Tendrils of existence, ethereal, translucent as air. Fleeting, ephemeral amongst humani...

Surrounded by silence in a room filled with noise, emptiness strangles the soul. A bottomless pit, the belly, we are not whole. Shadowed ...