Monthly Archives: November 2016


One day the ceiling of heaven Exploded Empyrean everywhere Feathers spackled the air And dead poets Somersaulted down Birds and words Fell over themselves Tumbled and jumbled Twinned and conflated Until even a discerning eye Couldn’t dissect one From the … Continue reading

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nothing to see here

all the broken people and what can we do I’ll pick a thread on my blouse and you’ll sing out loud look at the broken people we should have a drink who won the game tonight and does my makeup … Continue reading

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