#152 (snarled up)

in the soft chill of early morning culvers cooing calmy a brown bug flew in snarled up in a fluff of dust trashing, struggling, helplessly lured it to some cardboard stripped off the fluff its beating wings were thanks enough   20th June 2017          


#134 (caught up)

are we setting our own trap? our narratives being shattered within the endless iterations of dialogue weaving shackles from needy lines the perfect illusion of being connected you replaced by a shiny surface I getting lost in translation flowers of doom blooming between innocent text and the desire to touch without feeling to much 10th … Continue reading #134 (caught up)