Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

*all collages and poems are original works by Dead Paper



Forward
Backward
when
our hands 
were still soft,
we
built a stone wall
together—
between
us
and the ghosts
that drifted in 
from
the north.

when

our handsĀ 

were still soft,

we

built a stone wall

together—

between

us

and the ghosts

that drifted inĀ 

from

the north.