With creaking doors and background chatter, its like I'm there. I'm in the bathroom stall reading those words that are scratched in with a nail file or scribbled with a pen.
Those momentary thoughts read as a singular statement; an artistic landscape made into poetry.
This piece is beautiful and engaging. And I'm right there, with every word.
Heather Feaga
Posted on April 21, 2005 at 10:50 AM | Permalink
It's almost what I'm thinking
With creaking doors and background chatter, its like I'm there. I'm in the bathroom stall reading those words that are scratched in with a nail file or scribbled with a pen.
Those momentary thoughts read as a singular statement; an artistic landscape made into poetry.
This piece is beautiful and engaging. And I'm right there, with every word.