"I hope they don’t see what I see — a broken piece of pottery molded by my shaking hands..."

"Hearing a car coming down the street And rushing to the window, my heart pounding To no one"

A coal, full of small suns, shimmering on the dim verge of a dream dreamt in the ink of the night

My hand reaches for a mirror and touches glass. Or maybe flesh.

Written by Jasmeen Kaur Illustrated by Rocky Higine "But life is a dream forgotten." I, again the sea, naked and returned. A body is...

It doesn’t take much to make a beautiful thing disappear— only heat and time.

Even so, I’ll still dream of you tonight.

There is another dimension In this world, That transcends all time and space: The bus.

The news keeps calling us the heroes, but I am just doing my job.