I put on your tobacco flower and all of a sudden there's a big man in my room - he's sitting on my wrist.
You were a heavy time, a night without luggage. An afternoon in Istanbul.
You were a trainride and a sidewalk. A trip around the world.
You were the foreshadowing of all the immortal lovers. The heavy and bright secret of my next, my former life. (17).
I wish I could paint a picture
of this frozen river
where I stand
between you and me.
In my heart, which is my light.
by Gina
Canine olympiads fill the street, down on the 2nd floor of their building- they can see the sidewalk from the mirrored corridor. I stood there for a time, and I never understood why. The wall by the window had two panels going horizontal. three panels vertically. i think i wrote to you about this already, last Christmas.
By Rose
by Roksana
Antarctica is waiting in the other room,
Unpacking its ice worlds,
Ghost ships,
Delicate formations.
I turn
To look for the other shoe.
I fiddle with the locks.
Ice cracks along the wall
As flocks of wild things
Make their wild cries
Spreading their wild wings over the snow
I ask another question.
In turn
The southern summer
Sets
Its clocks.
"Hearth Attack" by David
"Fishing Egret" by Fox
".The Rose of Transience." by Skot
by Scott
