Caleb Wechsler 11y ago they should weigh 15 minutes in tons (1) You were a three-headed bombardier with forked tongues and yellow eyes, so I took up a sword and I sliced you right at the voicebox and I must admit it felt good, your blood running thick down my more…
Caleb Wechsler 11y ago Falling Down into Orange Me and Jack are falling way way downinto Orange, into woods,on phoenix wings and ribs of steel,more…
Caleb Wechsler 11y ago tornado sirens call on shrieking windsalarms and gales whistling through empty streets respondleaves and dust risemore…
Montana Svoboda 11y ago A Man So Free One day I'll hate myself enoughTo actually live my lifeWhere all my habits are self destructivemore…
Montana Svoboda 11y ago A Morning On East Lake, Upper Michgan It's 4:30 or maybe 5 in the morning On an early summer day The air smells of Jack Pine and Oak; more…
Montana Svoboda 11y ago To Kill A Deer and Something More I was maybeThirteen or a year olderThis was a year or two beforemore…
Montana Svoboda 11y ago Sand Castle Cigar Ski Hill Your fingers still smell likeThe blueberry cigar you smokedBefore you kissed me at the bottommore…
Montana Svoboda 11y ago A Use For Things The door creaks openIt's blue paint nowA moldy turquoise more…
