The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of …
By sitting lower without the sofa cushions she has framed herself a brand new view – slim and panoramic. Gone …
The hands of clocks are spinning round the face of time so fast, while all the walls come crumbling down …