Bookshelf

a home for stories blankets of dust on some the likes of Carroll, Poe, and Hemingway all within reach of twelve year old me whose feet were planted squarely whose mind was planted elsewhere in my room just down the hall from the loving demons of our past these travels along literary highways by fingers that struggled with the logic behind cleaning your room every day came to bare in places like Aesop's Fables and The Raven