“…he has taken all the pieces, the histories of hands, waterfalls, sanity hammers, shepherds, and suitors, and built the puzzle only to watch it fall to the floor, and have to put the pieces back in the box.”
If Death brings a flash of life before our eyes, and we see each detail of what and how we’ve lived, and everything that was once background became foreground, then Where the Road Runs Out, the new collection from Gaia Holmes is that flash.
If I string the night between two fence posts, one side heaven and one side hell, […]
My body wants to meet your body in a dark alley and say things in Braille. When […]
DISASTER Men kept smiling at you today, but you felt like a disaster. You were an influenza epidemic, […]
It’s Just So Strange He used to love me, and now he’s just a stranger who happens […]