December 2011
12 posts
November 2011
13 posts
Silent air filters the torn edges of hyper-realized doom, mostly.
– CS BlancheFlower
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards...
– ts eliot
October 2011
27 posts
Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly...
– Steinbeck (via thesemightysecrets)
WE CONTINUE
The rust, a little pile of western color, lies
At the end of its...
– W.S. Merwin (via thesemightysecrets)