Become a member Receive our newsletter
Member Login
Remember Me
Follow Us
The lights in the street are gold or white or blue.
The primitive grass says nothing of what’s to come. ...
Outside the Library, the pigeons do to Redmond Barry what Ned Kelly never could.
The wind rhymes with the sound of their pants
brushing against their legs. The music must shift
to a higher register, whenever the diesel trains roar. ...
sun after rain a fox dares me to cross her path
She’s a delicate rose Found in flowery prose And I’m not her. ...
Bollywood ringtones Brighten my film noire mornings On suburban trains
Next »
« Previous
Abbie was inspired to paint a face that would stand out.