Sink
L.C. McQuillen 27.07.17 If the sound of the waves do not bring you peace, then let the sharks come and […]
Tumbleweed
L.C. McQuillen 28.05.17 I keep scratching out The words I’ve written. Maybe I should restart With a pencil;
Take Me Home
L.C. McQuillen 21.05.17 This has been slow, Slower than it’s ever been. I find myself with Heightened hesitancy And cautious
Fool’s Gold
L.C. McQuillen 16.02.17 I will not be Inclined to Decline myself To that which Is breathless. I will not bow
Character
L.C. McQuillen 02.02.17 Ignorance Rings the door bellOf a closed mind.NaivetéLeads him in.He is fed From father Contempt,And kept Warm