Under siege around a cafe table made of bottle capsIt's pouring outside and we're held captive by summer wearCircumstance pierces through the silence of last nights disagreement that left th… Read More
When I was 6 I thought I was MuslimI drew a picture of God and his familyHis mother his wife his son his daughter-in-lawThey were all fat and happy and ghost like with red cheeksMy religion… Read More
The corridor is dirty from the stale fisherman's boots used for gardeningThat haven't been walked in for years.There might be bugs, we haven't checked the dust trails.I'm afraid of the deepl… Read More
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