brent·Aug 19The coffee that went unbearably cold, I could not take even just one sipEvery warmth ends up cold, just as every presence eventually becomes absence.
Edward King·Aug 5AND NOW THE DEVILa poem without punctuation for the contract no one remembers signingA response icon16
vanya ekta·Jul 26Oh, to be Loved as Much as ‘As’ by Stevie WonderFriday rolled around. I could’ve taken my usual 8-minute walk home from my office, but I took the city bus instead. The bus took me…
