The Top of the Stairs
At the top of the stairs is a buzzing silence and a below zero chill It’s eleven PM and the
Experimental literature and art
At the top of the stairs is a buzzing silence and a below zero chill It’s eleven PM and the
All I think of when I see these boots is a hand full of dimes squeaking at me through the
The old horse is led from the stable and taken behind the barn where he is fed dry hay and
ロバート・岡地: 天才 Introduction Poetry is a strange thing. It is often amazing, but also often considered by its detractors as
You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts
I hear the voices of words in juxtaposition I decipher with a creation of reasoning in ways which the impetus
Stone splitter Alone and bitter Rapt in a daze Thinking words are Lumps of clay Like grave markers. You eyeball