on the morning i fell

on the morning i fell wet with the looks shining brilliance, i sit in the blessed silence with only the ache of each heart beat. streetlights open up and say what they will in the mists between the clouds; still and silent though they are. be sweet with me and my broken wings; be sweet! […]

rusted soup spoon

Poetry.  It is the one reprise in this world of shit that has happened upon the world of media.  There are many great writers in the world, no doubting that at all.  Unpublished poetry seems to be the last thing left for freedom of speech and freedom of expression.  The idea of being able to […]