Lunatic dancing
Sometimes the moon gets bored of staring in the sky and wants to eavesdrop on humanity. She Icarus to earth and walks around to spy on us. You might have […]
Category Archives: Real Toads
Everything and nothing
He knows by heart of apex moments, battles and the cusps of past, not from life or death but from the pinnacles of books and voices only he have glimpsed. […]
In vain I stitched
On the fringe of dreams I gather syllables from scents to sieve and sew and patchwork into quilts and mittens… Awake too late, but harsh this morning light in vain […]
Roadkill
Bombarded by the news, by tweets and updates. on blood and bombs. from Nice and Paris, from Baghdad and Aleppo; on poverty and sport, paid by clicks for dating Russian […]
The first of many summer nights
Still, the sky is not completely inked as chocolate skin on licorice, perfect is this, the first of many summer nights. At dawn I’ll wake, and go to sleep again. […]
