A venue to distribute music I've recorded. Which isn't terribly good, just to warn you up front.
Friday, April 15, 2016
2016 NaPoWriMo Poem #15: She Dreams of Slurry
she dreams of slurry thick and frigid, toxic and alien. she can picture the scene through tubes and screens: a land where the sun never shines. no pleasure domes, no time to explore. she wishes she could run
her hands through the muck and dance barefoot in the oily rain.