The sun rises and shines upon everything underneath its glow.
The nation is shaken like a snow globein the hands of a toddler.
Inside my head I heard the voice of another,He talked and laughed with me like a…
If there was one thing you had to remember about Mary it was her dead face. Dead Face we would sometimes call her. She looked at us. She heard us. We…
Sometimes we must go.
Sometimes we must stop.
Night dew frosting the blades of grass