4 Quotes by Robin Sinclair

Reason to live, they repeat like a pop song, The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the motionless chariot trying to drag them home with forced hope.

Then he saw Jeanette, a cigarette in her mouth and his gun in her hands.He lost his balance and felt himself falling.Then the sharpness, like a bitter winter,though it was brief.

She pulled the bags, Chuck by Chuck, from the rear.She started a fire.

It is a Someday, when we’re gray and lined like handwritten scripture –we sit content to lose our memoriesand mindstogether, glowing brightly, in and out of time