Where to Begin

Two concrete rectangles, steel and wood Call one bed, the other, living room A door in and out, a middle glass partition White walls breathe and bend Black and white floors tiles flex to feet, Large windows let in light A turquoise chair is married to a red desk A white telephone has divorced a […]

Poem by e.e. cummings

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty . how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy […]