By Noée Spiegel Dripping I stare right through the glass Right through it’s layers of transparence and it’s nuance of azure Lips ever so plump, filled to the brim with senseless idioms A glass so full it’s contents drip over it’s edge Pathetically one might say Brave another may reply The faucet’s incessantly trickling, chunks of … Continue reading Dripping and Empty Space
Academy of the Heart And Mind 