“floating away; on a vessel long derelict” by Kate Shannon
if you are listening, I am here, wracked with a Martian longing dreaming of stowaway spiders who would weave sickly webs over semi-important fixtures: reviled queen who presides …
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if you are listening, I am here, wracked with a Martian longing dreaming of stowaway spiders who would weave sickly webs over semi-important fixtures: reviled queen who presides …
While his children bickered and his wife ignored him, Charlie tugged at the thin paper flap of a packet of tea. His eyes scanned the …
You were the ocean foams, and I was the golden grains of sand. You were the heron that flew above, and I was the salty …
The poet Charles Bukowski said “I don’t know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I …