Amsterdam's trams rattle to a halt. With a slow stop and hiss, the kiss of brake-block on steel In the town, they clatter ever upwards, where central...
When the night is darkest, we can see the most stars, in the cold clarity of the night . Within the darkest night, we kindle a fire , a beacon in the blackness. We are held together in the
Words drip From an empty mouth, Like milky fluid From cancerous lung. Drained away In mock relief, to A sterile hospital bowl. Your words are little...