Minneapolis, MN
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic …
India
Earth received it's finest poetry when to mitigate it's dark clouds the Moon was born Like moonbeams be poetry of humans dispelling darkness, and inspiring …
45/F/Michigan
Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm …