a pad accident
my darkest nightmare confirmed
emptiness outside
disintegration
ghost i worship 4 years on
emptiness inside
only truth ive known
over the wet florida sky
last night in dream died
there’s nothing i can say
in tradition hands are tied
by custom i sit silent
my true love last night in dream died.
Holden glanced around the oblong conference table jammed into Meeting Room Q. The mouse-shaped communicators on its glass top clicked and whirred, zipping data directly
Review of William’s single “Sparkle” from the Ecuadorian blog Indie Criollo. Sparkle no quiere guardarse nada ante los oídos de quienes están interesados en
I’ve written poetry for years, but had never read it aloud before this weekend. On Friday, I had an event at Esquina Chicago to celebrate
