Passing Waves
The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the…
The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably…
I have been reading atrology, again Venus is in the seventh house and visiting my sixth and fifth…
I have been speck. Led like white pain Ton- the cabin car Petting; you treat me. …
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions…