air and light and time and space
This poem makes me laugh, he was bob on, oh to escape the procrastinator, but it is also true as …
Tag Archives: “Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light white hot – on paper.” – Ray Bradbury
It. Will. Out.
The writer leans back; a slow arching of spine, Burning shoulders pressed deep, with a sigh and a whine To …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 