Poems from Zaproma

The kiss unpromised; not by your will or your desire or your loyalty to love me but by time, space and the  events which separate our...
Escapan versos de alma con pluma en palma En la distancia el sol calle detras de montañas: California. El viento espacial mueve sobre la...
If we assume a subject is born into a realm with an average conciousnes and a virtual reality is developed to identically mimic said...
I walked into the classroom. I wrote my name on the board: "Mr. Broom"   A little girl stared at my shirt. I saw she had a black eye. I...
Too many variables Too many scariables Too many choices I could make Too many paths that I could take Too many friends that I could fake...