I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Eulogy: He thought. He wrote. He read. He ran and drank milk. A boy made of milk and concrete. He was cut in two. He bled and died. A stranger smart enough to steal a child and lock a door… — Patrick Downes Copy Share Image
