Chapbook Quotes

“I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest,
and if you see a fire from the shore tonight
it’s my chains going up in flames.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“I can’t sleep alone anymore
and I get used to
company
too quickly. You’re always gone too soon.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“When I see cuts on their wrists,
I know that we could be tight!
Otherwise-
I'm hard to know; full of fight!
And I doubt I wanna know You
Stop pulling on my dress!”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Way Out

“EPILOGUE [(Author Bio "Blurb")]:

Vincent ["V."] St Clare [(C∵I\❛U∴C❟ ⦑⸘♕‽⦒)] is the pen name of a writer, (static) wanderer, "armchair philosopher", half-as*ed "seeker", and wayfarer of the imagination—"heart on fire and head on wheels" since he entered the shock-and-awe/calamity-and-joy of hhuman existence, Anno Domini 1991. He has been a resident of New Milford, Connecticut since 2001.

You car find more of his creative work and projects on his website [(at the following ([hyper]link) URL[:])], , and a directory of relevant (creative) hyper-links at his Linktree page [(at the following ([hyper]link) URL[:]):
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― Vincent St. Clare

“Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this... . I am not at all a “successful” writer, and I have had a (pardon me) *shit[-]ton* of trouble getting these [few little writings] published[,] or, in many cases, even finished, so just know that having this work out in the world is itself a labor of love. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my work, however old it might be now. It’s a true kindness.

You deserve nothing but the very best in life. Remember that.”
― Vincent St. Clare, Easy Noumenon: Early Poems