I dreamt I was in Iraq with my friend C I wanted to get out before the bombs started falling before the chemicals It was terrifying Read more →

In the shape of an unharmed almond, of a yelling sponge, Of a magnen desolved in a bestiary, in the obscure Meanderings of the dagger, in the indolent eye of theft, Tongue of exile swarms against the wind You angle you wheel you cord of mirrors And so crockery, licorice, swim So spine of an egg, so ambush, And then… Read more →