The Winter Grey : Writing

You Are My Song

You Are My Song

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To the whisper and the thunder, the moon and its shadow, the moment and the lifetime.
Secondhand Surrender

Secondhand Surrender

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To every heart, beating or cold...
Obscura

Obscura

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To the dark, my friend, the dark.
My Hands Are Empty But They're Open

My Hands Are Empty But They're Open

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To the crash and burn, the bait and switch, the hope denied.
Feint

Feint

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To the fickle heart...
Suburban Babylon

Suburban Babylon

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To the saint, the prophetess, the broken idol.
A World Full Of Ghosts

A World Full Of Ghosts

A Poem by The Winter Grey


To an old friend, a lost love, a bitter enemy, a fallen hero.
Dead Trees

Dead Trees

A Book by The Winter Grey


My first novel, written after years of aborted plotlines. A slow-burning psychological thriller that examines every human's capacity for violence.
Prologue

Prologue

A Chapter by The Winter Grey