What is a writer to do when he wants to write everything!?
What is redundant is the time wasted arguing about what is or is not “socialism.”
There is something less romantic About the way you read my poems. You hold not the paper I scribbled my soul on But a screen. I write these words on a screen and send it to yours. This screen. These screens connect us, So why do are we so alone? Why is isolation the firsContinue reading “This Screen”