the lows are too low – Dumpster Fire Press

The Lows The lows are too low. The blues are too blue. These feet can’t go on. They get in my way. The wind does not blow. I march to no drum. This cold is too cold. It freezes my brain. I hope against hope. Without you I lose. This bitter lemon life is notContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Luis Berriozabal”