i’ve been getting into coffee again, says the one with the hollow bones,like i always do when the spirals behind my eyes start tightening again;if you look you’ll see it there, the end of the string that can be pulled out from the iris.the constriction is pleasant, head full of bees and old, old (now... Continue Reading →
forgotten garden
there are only two paths at the end of the garden. you know this, you've lived it these past eight years. and no matter how frozen the moss gets when you stop turning the sun on, there are still only two ways to leave this place. with your palms open in defeat or with your... Continue Reading →