Lost to Passion or Folly
18 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, prose poem
I woke up thinking there were beautiful people under the covers. I woke up thinking beauty had followed me home in the form of an economical soap. If only…
Just Beyond That
16 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, prose poem
This is eternal, this lack of skill and know-how, this devout, this impractical, this inoculated pink and golden dawn, one or two languages in bed, a desk, a bureau, a table, two or three chairs. I stayed awake. I stayed among…
