solstice
The moon sags over the harbour accusingly,pregnant, threatening violence –another broken recordsweating winter solstice,tent on a palleton the steps of …
The moon sags over the harbour accusingly,pregnant, threatening violence –another broken recordsweating winter solstice,tent on a palleton the steps of …
Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached …
There’s the somewhat dilapidated apartments, greyspeckle aggregate, each with a car a quarter century old sat outside proud as a …
I know what you’re thinking. Poetry? What a goddamn snoozefest. You’re not wrong, but you’re in the right place . …
12 frame running cycle. This took me about four hours to complete and I’m pretty happy with how it turned …
And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …