Adrift

                           The Seagulls follow me, wherever I go.

                                      I see them in parking lots

                 pecking at the leftover overflow of human consumption. 

           They follow me to the  || jagged edge||  of where land meets sea. 

                         

  I watch as they dive into the blue unknown.

                    They offer their wings to take my tired body home

                                               but I am too heavy,

                                                                                              to be carried, away                                                       

                                           from this foreign place

                           where the gulf seaside, engulfs the gulls cries,

                                                   and smothers 

                                                      my own.

                                                                                                             -Angela C. Quincey 

Creative Collaborating with my cuz. She did an amazing job with these zines! They are ready and hot off the press ! A little poem of mine happens to be snuck inside this first issue 😛 Head on over to http://darknessdreaming.com/ to snag yourself a copy.