Queen Riddles was a fun-loving monarch who liked riddles and jokes. She had spent most of her life working out answers to riddles, so there were few who could trick her. All it took was a little time ... [+]
In a city of black death, white memoryial cloud clopped to meet me on Broad street. The city, desperately crying itself clean after the murder of Walter Wallace Jr., and I meandering toward myrrh and frankincense for a more intimate ritual. We, too fragile for this moment. The goddess uncaring, birthing. I watch water curtain split as a brown skinned white bearded sun breached. Becoming in white coat white top hat, and seated behind grey horses pulling white glass carriage carrying white coffin. The memoryial trust. This present futures sight seized my ghost as right hand clawed left breast. P