As The Clouds Do
Poem The earth smiles from the dark While the water rises And fills my lungs I choose to believe Things will change They have to Or I will die There is a butterfly...
Tagged: dark poem
Ode to Bacon
Art Poem Those faces, blurred and smudged as if an artist’s finger had passed over the surface of the paper. What horrors lurk inside your psyche so that you see the world in...
