I kind of wish I was posting this in May for Mother’s Day, but alas. Made in one sitting, NYIKO... Read More
For So Long. Anonymous The hours pass by Cars in the distance Hurts to watch you go In my head... Read More
By Mardaweh Tompo And the ground is riddled with the bullets from a pistol without a trigger, Holding hands soaked... Read More
John Keats // 1795 – 1821 When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my... Read More