I made a garden.
I planted nothing.
So nothing grew.
Stones in the earth
dust upon the trellis
No noise.
YOU ARE READING
Grayspace
PoetryThis project is the author's exercise of methods using automatism as either the finished product or the basis for stories and poems. Nonsense, jarring images, and peculiar journeys woven from the stuff of dreams await. You might laugh. You might cr...
