E.B. WestDriftI found her in between each moment. She always held her breath on the exhale. She waited a moment longer than others to say. She knew I…Jun 6, 2023Jun 6, 2023
E.B. WestDeliberateA point is found on the page. Pull on it. Slowly with pressure and a wake of ink the line is found too.Jun 6, 2023Jun 6, 2023
E.B. WestLove isLove is the empty room before you enter. Love is the stage before the scene. Love is the blank page before the writer. Love is the…Jun 4, 2023Jun 4, 2023
E.B. WestNo( )thingNothing is the perspective from a thing. Is it not possible to imagine? I would sit for hours staring at nothing. When I close my eyes I’m…Feb 27, 2023Feb 27, 2023
E.B. WestTwenty fiveA room spare and stagnant. A bus passes on the street. No other sound accompanied the door shutting.Feb 26, 20231Feb 26, 20231