Resident Artist 3: Dion Loubser No. 4
Resident Artist 3: No. 4 — Sins of the Father Burn me Put me in the ground This skin drapes my bones A crumpled robe of shame You see me totter on…
Resident Artist 3: No. 4 — Sins of the Father Burn me Put me in the ground This skin drapes my bones A crumpled robe of shame You see me totter on…
Days Go By… What a cliche’… This is for empty king sized beds for cigarettes and hollowed bottles then morning hangovers. For broken hearts and tear drops on holidays because they “are tender…
F O U N D O N: Poem Unknowingly Read Before a Lady’s Prayer Group at an Open Mic in Everett, WA FOUND ON read by William James Lindberg; Poem Sourced FROM: Twitter, @PartyJak’s account from two tweets. …