Barometric Interior by David Anson Lee
“The pulse turns barometric, / rising, falling with unseen tides, / translating sky into blood.” – excerpt from Barometric Interior, poetry by David Anson Lee #TheMetaworker
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“The pulse turns barometric, / rising, falling with unseen tides, / translating sky into blood.” – excerpt from Barometric Interior, poetry by David Anson Lee #TheMetaworker
Micro Fiction by Erin Matheson Ritchie #TheMetaworker
“When I was dying, I dreamed of ice cold matcha, a single shot of espresso, a prayer to god that I would lose another five pounds.” – excerpt from Little Mercies, fiction by Arushi (Aera) Rege #TheMetaworker