In Memory of Time

“Ridiculous the waste, sad time Stretching before and after” –T.S. Eliot I don’t think I’ve ever written about being sad. I write when sad, sure.  Black ink scrawls on paper etch out melancholia across fields of white, staining the pristine with thin lines of morose sighs until some other mood is conjured from the sigils […]

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