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Saturday, 12 December 2020
THERE IS A HEDGEHOG
rabbit white giant. hollow to the ears, he hears. never pliant in silence, pink eyes company for all-nighters. pink knows ink grooves and gr...
Saturday, 31 October 2020
The Slimy Things with Legs
all alone I wake in the endless quiet, cold, still my soul in agony and darkness heavy on weary eyes I dare not open for I can feel them cra...
Friday, 30 October 2020
That Last Carefree Day
it seems like it was yesterday but also long ago younger and almost innocent my whole world seemed to glow but since then we have ...
Thursday, 29 October 2020
come inside love set down your bag hang up your coat and please, kick off your shoes every one else's too because I can see how they cru...
Wednesday, 28 October 2020
I Just Want to See Her Float
I first met my dear friend, Catherine just two short years ago she haunts the internet café and exists through the flow of other p...
Tuesday, 27 October 2020
the forest is my orchestra and my conductor the sun connecting everything to the music in circadian rhythms and eternal rhapsody I sing of b...
Monday, 26 October 2020
To Be Seen
this guilt seeps through my veins and I'd change if I could heartbeat, swear it I'd give up my self, my fears my blood, for us just ...
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