If the creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out.
Every autobiography is concered with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.
Language unstable as sand, but poets Strike on hard rock, carving Rune and hieroglyph , to celebrate Breath's sweet brevity.
Last Post In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If poetry could…