Thorn Cradle
The lullaby in clawed vinyl echoes off molding walls. I cannot rock the poor baby to sleep – no matter how much I caress its soft skin and hum to the broken tune. The splintered mobile dangles lifelessly from a … Continued
The lullaby in clawed vinyl echoes off molding walls. I cannot rock the poor baby to sleep – no matter how much I caress its soft skin and hum to the broken tune. The splintered mobile dangles lifelessly from a … Continued
The hindrance of one’s natural affairs Sparks the inevitability of heartache. And any effort to suspend this kind of misery Is a downward spiral of emotional wake. Where success is marked by capital accumulation, We all must take the … Continued