It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
Forks, Washington | Madison Goldbeck
Life we wake into,
Move about to,
then die.
So still, so cool.
Till a Giant proclaims a color to wheat,
Will we see beyond this red heat.
Such as these are still.
In honor of Emily Dickinson's birthday.
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
You are too winter and I am rising.Lukewarm will not do,I bid adieu to our I do.You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.Snowstorms will not do,in this field of mildew.I rid this flu,It’s all I can do.
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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