Empire of Whimsy

Annie Ziyah would drink tea but wrings her hands incessantly. Hunched and bunched and bundled in her cardigan she is the plague ...

That intake of breath Of fresh Air. Bringer of new ideas Unfair -ly mined By a dozen minds Or more. These spores of though...

Long sleeves. Long legs. These lines are too telling. I wish I could explain how this pain helps that pain. But language is limited.

He says I'm not the me I was, That I have changed irreparably. He says we argue all the time. Ironically, I disagree. He says he lo...

Three years of ridding myself of my rage left me bellaputrescent and old for my age. I appear to you now as a mere wizened spectre; A wr...

Even in the midst of night the distant wail of T-Rex's cousins reach me. And even when I am not right and fall and fail I let the le...

Heed the prophet as she comes; bitten nails, mascara runs. What once entranced now nauseates. Love once inspired, now apathates. No bal...