Philosophy   I spoke to you of dirt and broken thumbnails, of salt in tears and potholes. I spoke of popcorn ceilings with sticky sheets underneath.   You spoke to me of stars and aether currents, of birds on radio airwaves. You spoke of treetop houses with telescopes to the sky.     The Electronic…

This content is for Basic Member, Friends of Burningword 3-Day Pass, Friends of Burningword 3-Month Subscription, and Friends of Burningword Annual Subscription members.
Log In Register
%d bloggers like this: