The connection of paper on pen makes me want to believe again in life, in love. If two souls can touch so silently and still leave such a mark, what is to come of us, my dear? I can deny fate like sinners laugh at God; I can wake at dawn and seeContinue reading “Pen and Paper”
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Kitchen Sink
My brain is like a faucet flow the memories down: what good, half-full moment do you encounter down the stair, past the front door– away from me– you creek towards a polaroid camera, an album soon to be extinct I want my mind to be only mine to see, only mine to use– toContinue reading “Kitchen Sink”
Time
If something has touched your soul then let it– movement is melody when it’s all at the drop of a hat my time is precious, I will not waste it on your wrath give me pennies instead to end this little game and move on to a brave solider on the library steps and threeContinue reading “Time”