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.
It's almost what I'm thinking
Heather Feaga
Posted on April 21, 2005 at 10:50 AM
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.