When will you know
And when will you listen?
It is you that makes the stars glisten.
Hold me now for I am scared.
For if you are feeling unprepared. 51 more words
November days at the Christmas soup kitchen
Vagabond meals of vegetarian soup, that liquidated water, almost vapour
Unclean souls wash their teeth with it, added flavour from parishioner’s anguish, any floating protein solids saved for the sake of all the between their soup ladle days… 60 more words