i am haunted by humans*; follow a trail of laughter not my own on my way back from work, eyes smiling with the memory of the way she stole my planner and wrote ‘my birthday! ;)’ on every wednesday except for the one in the…

He takes my ores Smelts them within The blast furnace of my core The rod reddened from The heat of fever dreams Quenching the tip In the expanse of my waters Enclosed within his earth. Boiling over to subside to warmth. How love changes From…

together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom in the bliss of new love as each season passed, the forest grew with them the primroses, waxed and waned, the trees stood tall and steady and…

“He stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.”…