If you want to know why I don’t want to kiss you it’s because of your beard. In its shady growth, my love for you is growing moss. Your jaw-line is lost, your cheeks are…
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A Parallax Reading by John-Michael Bloomquist
— Origen is writing another letter at his desk to the bishop: when you pray and lock the door, it will stay locked— worlds grow in this, mummified like a palm tree wrapped in…
Life in a Foreign Country by Kathleen Heil
The body is a map of my own mysteries (here we say «they» not «my») I am …
IMG_0039.JPG by Andrew West
halos, we’re no angels, in pallets to paint; coronas lights! we’re un- tried, for cameras do tie; tangles Image by: Bricolage108
IMG_0039.JPG by Andrew West
the green masque no the halls, of the market; am empty, no wear. of extension the story says, know massacres; are banal, intension red. Image by: Failing_Angel