How does one reach a star That shines out there in the universe Not begging to be noticed But unable to control its effect On …
this is not a poem, this is dreaming by Julia M.
an empty house like sour grapes our fortress we sit side by side on the porch make watercolors out of pain told, love nothing good …
letters to an insomniac by Madeleine Christie
things are getting tired now but the clock ticks on as the paint slides down the walls. i dream of ophelia’s mouth filling with water …