The Language of Love
Love is not afraid of cliche, for when it speaks all words expressed before are rendered mute. more by LUCAS HOWARD Photograph by Denist Soh
Tagged: poem 21
Murphy’s Law
whatever can happen will happen we can lose or win live or die go or stay but we are here, that cannot change and while you fight your fight with everyday miserable moments you’re...
Ode to Merce
So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...
