written by Thom Garrettedited by Danna Colman
In light thereIs sightWhen one seesHate leavesWhen searchers findLike heartsWanderers will…
The old man’s face is a rubbery hamburger bun. The young salesman in the Buick car lot downtown can smell pickles on the old…
The bells tolled in isolation — Competitive spiritsRinging the same ring, butInsisting the differences.
You’re only partially conscious, treading that thin line of wakefulness and sleep, when you dream about infinite light, the way it…