gardener (22/April/19)

when words can’t find their way, snagged in branches waiting for the autumn to fall them to the ground, down … More

mess with your headonist (12/April/19)

god, I hate dreams, I’ve said it before I hate dreams and I’ll say it again, I hate dreams, or … More

you know, it’s not our relationship with europe’s that needs fixing, it’s that between ourselves, that’s what’s broken, perhaps irretrievably… … More

remember making daisy chain sitting in the park?… find a spot of carpet white, a field of minute fried eggs … More

blossom white as snow snow white as blossom a reliquary of weather blending seamless alabaster bleeding one into the other. … More

what am I but a collection of body parts and fluids and that indefinable conundrum called a mind, an intangible … More