When the World Stops

By In Art, Poetry — May 30, 2016

You fall to the ground in a pathetic heap, thinking that, somehow, this is all a dream. Then the tears come, and all at once you lose control of your body. All at once you forget who’s around, who might be watching.

2016 Dino Reichmuth


By In Art, Poetry — May 25, 2016

They are like ghosts as they come and go When they leave I do not know One minute they are there, as clear as day The next minute they’re gone, they never stay   One minute we are laughing, the next saying goodbye Many leave for good but few actually die Coming and…