I still think about the words on that piece of furniture, Z— loves E—, Or something like that
Here is a secret, self, for our ears alone: You are an android, Dreaming. You are an impossibility, Molded, broken, animate.
Feel the Music in Your Soul I sit down at the piano, my foot moving to the pedal, my fingers placed on top of the keys. The keys are cold but familiar as I play the first note. My eyes flick back and forth between the keys and the music I am reading, note after... Continue Reading →