I feel you in every song
and you exist within all my stories.
Your voice passes through my lips
as I convince myself that there is beauty in my existence. 44 more words
To read Kate Zambreno’s Book of Mutter, is akin to making your way through a strangely familiar space that resembles a gallery, a diary, and a hall of mirrors all at once. 1,454 more words
The rain is hypnotic like the static on the black and white TV I used to fall asleep to growing up. it was my first digital-assisted relaxation, when the programming ended and the Star-Spangled Banner played, and then it all went to hissy snow. 316 more words