When Love Becomes Still-Life
painting by Seana Monaghan Gallagher When Love Becomes Still-Life Nothing is louder than a heart unforgiven, Screaming in the afternoon Among an oil colored room of flowers and drapes While loneliness distills sunlight into a white paste. Without… Read More ›
The wind, Prankster of October leaves Swirling under a magician’s wand. Taking from branches and limbs That once reached out in the summer sun Full of dreams, and enclosing our days When love was young. Limbs picked by chilling… Read More ›
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