reached in to my chest cavity
and crushed my lungs…
Author: A. Violet
you take a nap to fix your problems
and you wake up aimless, unfixed…
Language is a fine-tuned instrument
playing improv. Once you know
the rules, you can break them…
Not quite rain
not quite snow…
soft music
got me musing
I could be drifting
down a river…
“Ninety-nine percent…
Aria is a great name
for opera music…
I don’t remember
asking…
If I had a boat…
“Mr. Wood, can you tell me about your childhood?”…