poem by a. alvarez
The Bad Dream and the Photograph Even in sleep your shadow watches, me Your whisper rustles through the sleeping room As though you moved in silks. Why keep on trying? Nothing can … more…
distracted since the last millenium
The Bad Dream and the Photograph Even in sleep your shadow watches, me Your whisper rustles through the sleeping room As though you moved in silks. Why keep on trying? Nothing can … more…