Dull people dislike imagination. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #203
City poet isolated. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #202
Like a mouse death comes. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #200
Poetry uprooted. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #197
A life alone poisons the heart. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #195
Her story is out of touch with reality. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #191
An existence between the shadows. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #190
The poor unsuspecting reader. -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #189
Attempt to fix something but it proved no more successful.- Kel Dayheart
Blackout #188
Artist's state of mind, small wonder awakens. -Kel Dayheart
