joel preston west

Archive for December, 2008

end to end

i was all wrapped up and covered in crinkling sounds
my skin was sewn to musty, yellowed pages
(this was in my dream but i knew not that i was dreaming)
the pages were printed front and back with every hurtful word i’ve ever said
these words are my life sentence
and if i had not said them i would [...]

What the Cold Holds

Podcast for Sanctuary 143 Gallery

there’s no use rushin’ truth