Elliot loved clouds.
He loved them all. The dark grey ones frowning before a storm, the colourful ones blooming across the sunset sky, the fluffy ones stretching lazily as cats. Read more →
Elliot loved clouds.
He loved them all. The dark grey ones frowning before a storm, the colourful ones blooming across the sunset sky, the fluffy ones stretching lazily as cats. Read more →
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here
in my grasses
in my inner steppes:
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I am the cloud
I am the big dog
I wear one hundred and eight different guises Read more →
You expand
beyond the limits of your body.
No clarity,
no time. Read more →
Schmoney.
The anarchist pop star had a baby with the son of a billionaire. It’s a little green-grey wad of cash and guns. Proof, for those who needed it, that she hadn’t really meant the things she’d said.
I think about the pop star’s baby with the billion-heir often. Read more →
If you would like to see Love beating me,
How I’m attacked, how he’s my conqueror,
How he can burn, and freeze my heart yet more,
How from my shame he takes his majesty: Read more →
We turned our faces toward the earth
and sank
into a damp slope of fears Read more →