Observe the middle globes of Newton’s cradle, and you will see a living stillness Observe a ringing bell still the same The...

Her sharp whistle sounds through the dry and dirty pines. Her fingers fall from her lips to hang patiently beside her. She pauses,...

I hear you say: "Lay still with your eyes closed" I tried and try, but could not, can not, still How fitting, then, that The Squirmiest...

If I was a statue you’d ask What’re you Squirmin’ to do so bad you ? The way I sit here Rubbing my , Staring at ,...