The universe bears the bruises of collisions—a blue sound, verging on...
England forgets And gets loose On scuffed golden Fields of wilt...
Again failing to grasp with leaden fingers sifting through the chaos...
I am air-conditioned, scanning a book dedicated to me and there...
If you can catch one, you must first kill it.
In the cinema of the sky he was closer to the...
Of course, distance will always be a part of it.
Some people check their watch I check my ink
Looking the same to her treated eyes, Reena took the untreated...
Boys say, “I hate girls who always order the salad.”
What can you build from sawdust and skin…
Step by step the nights taste from weeds salted down though...