It’s old still and quiet.
No heart at all.
Just a place.
The emptiness makes my heart hollow.
I feel it’s been stolen.
Hurry there is not much time.
Katonah, New York
THE HEART OF THE EARTH
Katonah, New York
Katonah, New York
Where young artists paint the world with words
The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.