A breath of fresh air
A breath of fresh air by Marc Auf der Heyde I’ve started seeing how things are now, in a new haze, a new light, It took me a minute, maybe two, it was a hard time, but now I … Continued
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