Eppur si muove Eppur si muove
Here’s where things get weird: Why is it we care? Why can’t we turn it off? And why’s my mind Like this? Time is time, I tell myself here Where I can breathe, pause and think: time…
Jul 13, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Rowan Ricardo Phillips
November Nocturne November Nocturne
I looked out over the cool rising night, Its soft froth of lamplights and scrubbed out stars Tumbling out over the blue tub, mind’s sky, Cash-only bars, evening everlasting, Triump…
Jul 13, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Rowan Ricardo Phillips