Month: September 2022

dusk the skies rage quite possibly the end times

wallowing in the company of cloud whales

time check all hands point far north

it feels alright fading into the background noise

for company shoes of another scraping in the dark

consciousness spread across the parquet floor

a quick zine of experimental haiku: handmade/ handwritten/ scanned and uploaded with love, get it before I change my mind:

the illusion here is the savagery of the human ego

deliberate and cold strokes of waves against skin

do the winds discriminate and refuse to dance