By Declan Quinn
It’s 2 a.m.
Where I am
my room is lonely;
Its light is the only one
that glares out at the dark street
the empty street
Monthly Archives: March 2014
Crossroads
by Joaquin Munoz
Wow is this what it’s like to be stuck halfway?
To be at a crossroads in front of various pathways?
Which way should I go?
What action should I take?
The course is unclear but the time is ever so slowly creeping near
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Starburst
by Christian Theodossy
I wonder whose Starburst those are,
And if they’ll give me any.
Life
by Joaquin Munoz
forever swaying back and forth like the wind or a leaf trying to find something that one day we could keep
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