Sam guided the man to the poetry section nestled in next to the cafe. She saw his head turn, gazing out towards the empty chairs and tables.Read More
You’d better throw dreams, whims and words
To the sky, he’s feeling poor
So he’ll end up collapsing on us...
Immediately red appeared over his skin like a fountain, a waterfall. It had been a long time since the woman had seen that beautiful color.Read More
They filled the room, these faces. Faces she didn’t quite remember.Read More
There were so many words. You covered everything. Every inch of the apartment. The walls were thick with them. Red coated the walls.Read More