#229 (snow print)

sleep still singing deep inside his bones the tones of slush and icicles soft grey and brown translucent white and blue frozen feet and red cheeks puddles squishing inside leaking boots the crisp morning air bit into his face a grounding carp was swimming inside a pool of snowmelt dauntlessly ¬© Matthias Geh, 19th March … Continue reading #229 (snow print)


#155 (The Hills Of Flesh)

between my thumb and index finger a pinch of ruby grains of sand red glitter queens a marching band of elephants and tiger fish the hills of flesh they walk tonight the song of smoke and neon light a trail of flounders following beware the sea wasp's deadly sting 22nd June 2017