jesus (Remove filter)
howl steppin (09/11/2016)
'you never write me back in the cold and sober howling winds of daylight, where you're in danger of being seen. you never write me when your form cannot bleed into the formless, rooting in, burrowed deep into the ground, wrapping ahold of me tight, feeling rather than seeing -- much unlike this stark and starchy daylight living. You only write when we re both tasting death by the precarious and cu...
Sunday 11th September 2016 4:58 pm
Recent Comments
Alexia_Supreme on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
2 hours ago
Landi Cruz on frankenstein
3 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on The Nobel Prize for Lies
11 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Target
13 hours ago
Mike McPeek on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
17 hours ago
Rick Varden on Slug
20 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Mob Rule Mentality
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Mob Rule Mentality
21 hours ago
Tom on The Waiting Room
21 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
21 hours ago