A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Piano Song… by Jason Constantine Ford
Piano Song Loneliness surrounds my weary heart As I am seated on a bench wood Facing a piano with features that should Never allow an inner spark to depart. I search around the room…
Piano Song Loneliness surrounds my weary heart As I am seated on a bench wood Facing a piano with features that should Never allow an inner spark to depart. I search around the room…
Grace Lifeless it lies Dry. Shriveled. He rushes, down from the bed to escape the scene; the clammy folds of her salty warmth. Naked he shifts on the cold planks, and through the frosted…