A poem from Darkman
Quick prose from Darkman
“Ah, David Harrington! Please come in.” David did his best to smile and shook hands with his host as he stepped inside. Mr. Viente looked as old but seemed much
Quick prose. Not for the faint of heart.
Quick prose. Not for the faint of heart
An assorted variety of Darkman poetry.
Gary sat alone in the dark, guitar in his lap, drink in his hand. It was how he spent most of his time. All really. Gary was a member of the Orefice family, and obvious drawbacks of the name aside, being a member of the Orefice family was both a blessing and a curse, in Gary
An intimate look at the severity and ferocity of war that finally sheds light on what happened during the Serbian War, S. is a powerful reflection of the human condition and the endless struggle of self-preservation.
