Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking
20. Canada. This is
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Why So Curious?
Sparks fly like an electric shock pushing through my veins
Saturday, 8 December
shoot out the lights