A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries My ghosts rattle through the house, The same now, as they did decades ago Upon the nights of their creation. Once tormenting me with the memories they carry, I have grown accustom to their presence, Tending them as if...
by L.M. Browning | Visit the Bookstore» Sweet songbird, vibrantly passing midst the drab and the silence of this small room of resignation sing for me.
