by J.F. Pringle She tried to ask,They shut her up.Questions are for the apostate. Now positioned to hear things clearly,A tender heart is best for listening.Adoration, a quiet assembly. The noise...

by J.F. Pringle Silken robe passes over supple breast,And gracefully falls to endless pit.Virgin made new as ecstasies unfold.Like garment never to be worn the same,So, visage fell from innocence grown...

by J.F. Pringle It’s like flickering light,In a dark, empty room,The walls are plain,Nothingness illum’ned. I reach for what I feel,Reaching for me,And I find my arms,Extended towards indifference. A...