Tonight's Poet Corner: The Howling Room
The Howling Room by Belinda Roddie When you put the screamers and the dreamers in the same space and hand them the same blue signs to wave over their heads like new national anthems and mantras, sometimes it's curious how those so-called silly dreamers bask in the reality while the screamers, voices hoarse, cling to their lofty imaginations without recognizing the vast gaping mouth of Hell below their feet. Jump in, but only if you'd like to be eaten alive.