Pen writes on paper
Ink curves in fluid motions
Handles by owner
Pen writes on paper
Ink curves in fluid motions
Handles by owner
There’s people outside, the thrashing and bustling kind. Nowadays they seem to blur like shadows in dithyrambic dazes. We shiver at the […]
Somber claws scratch the catwalk, carcass crawls forth from demise, eighth chance passed, on to the ninth. Crepuscule begins–impending blindness, onward journey […]
My demons are my shadows Keeping their distance but always by my side Growing They follow me even in the brightest of […]
I was redirected four times before someone finally put me on the phone with the Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs. “Thank you for […]
