twisting on the sun in the sky, vultures soar thinking silent. each tree unswayed by wind. afternoon crawling in the palm of my lost hand,…
twisting on the sun in the sky, vultures soar thinking silent. each tree unswayed by wind. afternoon crawling in the palm of my lost hand,…
At a certain point, you will lower your head to the pen.There will be a man speaking to the world as you write. It is…
Creatures of steel have no words, no mouths – just guns. They have lights in place of eyes, and no men yet aboard. They do…