“Domestic Where's the wisdom in erasing a loved one's mess, so akin to his signature? Your honor, I only meant to strew the immaculate in his wake. To wipe the path ahead and behind reasonably clean. Futile, yes, but weren't… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
People hit the sauce in a big way all winter. Amidst blizzards they wrestle unsuccessfully with the dark comedy of their lives, laughter trapped… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
Love doesn't reside in the heart, anyway. Love resides in the liver along with jaundice. — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
“Advice from a Caterpillar Chew your way into a new world. Munch leaves. Molt. Rest. Molt again. Self-reinvention is everything . Spin many nests.… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
“Fuck You Poem #45 Fuck you in slang and conventional English. Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes. Fuck you hungry and sated; faded,… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
Thin ribbons of fear snake bluely through you like a system of rivers. We need a cloudburst or soothing landscape fast, to still this… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
“Domestic Where's the wisdom in erasing a loved one's mess, so akin to his signature? Your honor, I only meant to strew the immaculate… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
