Month: March 2022

the season crumbles between fingertips

found: dead moth’s corpse

i wonder if the rain fears the little one’s wrath

cradled in the in-between this frail body

eye of the storm car wash

our strange world a shadow of another

tired eyes deny the light

rusty gangway the drop into the deep blue

pass the skin colour test at the border maybe

stray dog chasing its tail while leaders fan flames