Poem A Day – Feb. 24, 2016

Vapor Sara Eliza Johnson When it happens the rain is not black but powder. A noise bleeds from your ears and everything quakes alive inside you: the circuits of the flowers lighting ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 20, 2016

Vapor Sara Eliza Johnson When it happens the rain is not black but powder. A noise bleeds from your ears and everything quakes alive inside you: the circuits of the flowers lighting ... Continue Reading →