Category Archives: Kevin Balance

I love you. You don’t love back. I give you these verses. You put me on the rack. You take my thoughts and spin them to all the wrong words. You take those words and order them in all the … Continue reading →

In the forest through the trees camouflaged by a dark bower of ferns sits a big red dot plumb on the ground as in a landscape in a gallery at the musee des beaux arts. Some even look right at … Continue reading →