I often hear it pierce through everythingthat bouncing glitter of your voiceagainst the pane of slumping glasssee the black clouds … More
Tag: poetry
III. Madison Bound
I charged into the heart of darkness, Madison at 2:00 a.m.,so ominous the way it looked like anywhere else, maybeeven … More
From Rags
These things. I thought I’d wear them only when I died.I’ve never been accused of being a social butterfly,have long … More
