Holding myself accountable for things not turning out the way I wanted always required a tad more honesty than I could muster at any one time, like an attempt at the mundane touted as an elaborate kintsugi exercise, continue reading
Tag: song
Deceptive meadow
The poet would likely find better words, but Mr. Nothing only ventured to repeat after a song, as tormented by the myriads ... continue reading
*** [the house i live in is made of granite]
the house i live in is made of granite. its thick stone walls block radio waves and strangers' stares. its windows face ... continue reading
hidden pilcrow 