Poems from Zaproma
The kiss unpromised; not by your will
or your desire
or your loyalty to love me
but by time, space and the events which separate our...
Escapan versos de alma con pluma en palma
En la distancia el sol calle detras de montañas: California.
El viento espacial mueve sobre la...
If we assume a subject is born into a realm with an average conciousnes and a virtual reality is developed to identically mimic said...
I walked into the classroom.
I wrote my name on the board:
"Mr. Broom"
A little girl stared at my shirt.
I saw she had a black eye.
I...
Too many variables Too many scariables
Too many choices I could make
Too many paths that I could take
Too many friends that I could fake...