Author: The Helix

Sheila’s parents had lived through the sounds of German jackboots on their city’s cobblestone pavement. When Czechoslovakia was “liberated” from German occupation after World War II by the Red Army, her grandfather started writing articles for an unauthorized literary
I  share my room with a colony of memories, they live inside my blankets and pillows, and come fluttering out at night when I dream. They flit here and there across my bedroom scratching on the remnants of my thoughts, chewing up the day’s ebbing hours: In my half
On these morningsbed sheets reach the corners of my earssighing and reaching for more blankets, I realizecoolness has touched the clouds as it has me the pavement matches the sky bestwhen grey shingles and white colonialsdim their tones for

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