Home Writing Poetry New Year’s Day New Year’s Day By Starr - January 1, 2019 577 Streets seem tired, city, at rest. We move through balloons, confetti, Moët, leftover eggrolls, last night’s jest. 25 comments EXPLOREAllAnimationArtBlogContributor BlogsCreative Non-FictionEssaysFeaturedFictionGalleryInterviewsLettersMusicPerformance ArtPhotographyPoetryQuotationsReadingsShowcaseVideoWritingMore Giants James Spears - June 18, 2018 We are stars trying to collide, objects caught in our orbits dashed to rocks in process mean nothing; we merge. Made massive, other light is bent in our direction so we... De wil van het volk November 10, 2019 Me and my zine February 5, 2019 The wall May 22, 2019