Collage by Aqila Walji
Collage by Aqila Walji
Time passes on Sit in sadness, sit in squalor. The wind outside still blows, the sun in the sky still rises. You […]
I’ll be honest—I don’t write love poems. But if I did, I know what I would write about. I know what kind […]
Somber claws scratch the catwalk, carcass crawls forth from demise, eighth chance passed, on to the ninth. Crepuscule begins–impending blindness, onward journey […]