The wall is where we’ll hang
it. The empty space in the
living room where only the
dead spend time
Tag Archives: september
The Jam Files #7 — “The Void is Abysmal”
I’ve tiptoed out of the world.
Abandonment Echoes
weaving a tapestry of truth
in a code only familial tongues
can decipher
Struck
A speck in your space.
Thistle Thoughts 