every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
Crashing against concrete, a tanker's oily wake sm...
Terzanelle of Kosovo FieldsRichard JacksonJune 200...
Sonnet for the Son I Never Had
LITTLE GIDDING (No. 4 of 'Four Quartets') T.S....
The Wasteland -- T.S. Eliot <!-- end head...
heart break
split me open
my thoughts seem to cut me
fear and hope fracture my well being
let go
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