mourning the sunset Mourning the Sunset

When I think too much about something, it gets me dizzy. I feel good only I’m alone, sitting up here with my feet hanging over the chasm and watching the desolate landscape. The stone pit had many rocks, but now they are over. I gather how many saliva can, and from here on top spit on the last pile of broken stones that the truck has never come to take… read more


alison Alison

I entered Sinclair Drive. It was a short street and there were lots of young trees in front of its houses. Nothing was new in that street which I knew so very well, but now it was my beloved street and it was wonderful to me…  read more