“I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone; their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.” — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“Who was this girl alone so late at night in search of a faded cassette illusion to disembowel the clocks of time’s intrusion? Those… — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a… — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone; their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of… — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“Now that Karen has been resurrected, I can travel beyond the black mirror. I can discover who I have lost with the floating hearts… — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“This is my one last call and lullaby for this eternity. All of my medicine.” — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“And maybe one winter it will get too cold and I’ll forget about the summers we once shared. My family portrait might fold in… — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
“The world was alive, the sky descending; our times were lullabies and sad goodbyes.” — Nicholaus Patnaude Copy Share Image
