November 14, 2012 Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you come home, as if nothing ever happened. Heaven Is Not Verbose (via misentropy) Previous Post36 Faces of Facebook Fans :) Next PostNext Post Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.