All my words are spent, these treasures I gathered over the years. I've spent them along with gestures, minutes, ink, and ball point pens. I've only unintelligible whispers and heavy silences, things of a cryptic Slip-through-the-fingers nature left in this chest that once held Glittering rubies, diamonds, gold coins, crowns 'n things... But, oddly, I... Continue Reading →

come away

in moments like when norah is swooning sounds swirling around, a peculiar longing tugs at my soul to forego all the other dreams--the art, the beauty, the revolution, the love and golden buildings--and just chase this one, this profound fair one that i desire too much and tremble to actually reach: to slip away from... Continue Reading →

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