Poetry | Stories | Photography
You stand under a livid sky,
singing soft words to your broken heart,
and feeling the livid bruises.
In the Gulag, no freedom to be anyone,
and the living body dies.
Pictures of what once was,
memories of what might have been;
I hope they learn from our sorrow.
Livid Haze
Lollipop love notes
loving everyone in the haze
dancing in the pit
Peace, love and
something akin to the rapture
overtakes you
The dance floor
is a place of unbridled feelings
constrained often
In the Livid haze
popping E’s like a 90’s heroine
touching no one
C & K 