When what is left of the sun is ashes,when the wind no longer whistles,and…
I went walking late at night some years ago.Out and down and seeking love, but far from…
Edges.The parts of everythingwhere solid fade to formless.Where does the tablein your home…
She thinks of her day of birth and realizes it’s not the right place or time.
She is already thinking about space. Waiting for the bus, she has time to think if she made the…
