First post of 2020! Happy New Year one more time! Time, he’s waiting in the wingsHe speaks of senseless thingsHis script is you and me, boys Time, he flexes like a whoreFalls wanking to the floorHis trick is you and me, boy Time, in quaaludes and red...
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers the moon crumbles one by one stars flutter into dust but the sea does not change and she goes forth out of hands and she returns into hands and is with sleep…....
As often happens, I was looking for something on a hard drive and saw a folder labeled “Whitney.” It could only be Whitney McCleary, so I opened it up and found 90 or so pictures from 2010/2011. Sure enough! Whitney was a senior VP at Adobe who agreed back...
A Thanksgiving Poem from the Conquered Rememberby Joy Harjo, who is from the Muscogee/Creek Nation Remember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is...
In light of a recent request by an artist to remove all his pictures from the site and Twitter and anywhere else (there is nowhere else), I have made a change to the site’s Submissions Guidelines. I added the sentences which are bolded. Please note: Any disputes...
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