“The planetary system will be a colorful corps de ballet / that will whirl to the beat of […]
poetry
Seeking The deserted playground when I was six was only phantom feeling. You & your friends swarmed like white pigeons scavenging […]
“In one’s own Spit, breath, to dwell There & never Return, to dance There until the spot Light […]
stop shooting grizzly bears first nations don cowboy hats bad music plays fantasise about ill-fate sun like a […]
