in the back of a stone room, windowless & cold, air stale & heavy as iron, a man leans his […]
i have nothing to offer, but pieces of my mind, which together reflect, merely, the parts of you.
raised in the clover’s shadow, kids dawned pins like fashion pieces, accessorizing their hats, bags, etc. with the ghosts of […]
shoes off, eyes open, man sits silent as a stone wall, dreaming down at the book in front of him […]
i drift only to find my way back to you who bulges & begs for attention in my pocket. who […]
there is much more space on a page than obvious she & i would discover, on the shared corner of […]