Archive for March 13th, 2012

March 13, 2012

new beach house

by Emma

March 13, 2012

suspended wings, confined wings, segmented wings

by Emma

Dukno Yoon


March 13, 2012

beautiful things

by Katyslany


I like old sunflowers
who no longer bend themselves up to face the sky—
sunflowers for whom
the earth is bright enough.


She danced me to the edge of the cliff
Broke my heart into a thousand birds
And then leaping off without a word
She taught them to fly.


The first well
was formed by the tears
of those who could not find
the first well.


When dreamers meet,
there’s no need to wake up words.
They place their voice-instruments down—
and let their heart strings strum.