Mirror Image

It was an experiment. Somewhere. I was running. It wasn’t fast. Snow was on the ground and in my hair and eyes. But I was running, somewhere, and that’s all ...

I read it at a continuing speed until the break, whereupon I read it gradually slower. I don't know what compelled me to read it like that, but doing do ...

Well, yes, it's simple. It's a memorial, after all, right? I don't see the need for dancing around the meaning for this type of poem. True,It's no masterwork, and love ...

Hello, I'm Chris. I like to write and read literature and poetry. I love music, and lately I've been digging deeper and deeper into the roots of such things and ...