Reflective

There is subjectivity in the way we pronounce things, in the past tense my mouth was on fire, dripping. Thick plastic bags I flip through the props of an optometrist. Today I am no more, there is no way out of this.   In the past tense my mouth was on fire, My lips pierced […]

Outlanders

This is what i think about palpitating under 2 am peace and steady cement: Between the newspaper office and home by a ceremonial mountain is a place called summer; our skin liquifies every time we trespass in floral ties and birth certificates umbrella-blessed against harsh winds or sunshine. we have a way of protecting ourselves, […]