Posts Tagged: Smile
Same old song
I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain. It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle. Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you. As writers, we do not envision something new. We
Same old song
I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain. It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle. Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you. As writers, we do not envision something new. We
Body of fiction
The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s
Body of fiction
The sunlight on your body is like the Circular glow of the bedside lamp on Page 81. The silk duvet is your dust Jacket. The only one that I’ve ever Kept on. Your vertebrae constitute The image that’s on the book’s
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
Anatomy of an angel
She’s cinematic With razor-sharp cheeks Innocent lips And a tongue that silently misbehaves She smiles more at night, when there’s no color Highlighting her beauty spots, like my favorite quotations But you can’t leave out her fine print collarbone Nor
The Flying Scotsman
At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow It feels like cold glass And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow I can hear the sound of a train The click of
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