Revolution

I don't remember in which grade I learned the word "revolution" But I remember That once it entered my lungs It never left my veins. I read about Joan of Arc In my Children's Illustrated History book And for nights I dreamed of horses And enemy lines And burning stakes. I read that Alexander was... Continue Reading →

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Empty Glass

Some nights you can feel all the oceans and mountains and hot burning stars inside your head surging and quaking and pulsing to break free and explode and fall onto the pages of an unwritten book or into the nearly empty glass of life by your bedside that's tired of holding a void for so... Continue Reading →

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