loose nuggets of earth on my palm crumble as I clench my fist to punch the sky…. powdered, dry soil … More
Tag: Brittle World
Brittle World; Diffused in the Evening
…hand strums old nylon strings…soft reverberation…rhythm of silence embraces the air leaving my lungs…breathing…always breathing…it was always the breathing…and then … More
Story Of The Footloose 