Month: June 2026

in this finite space of morning a certain kind of darkness lingers in the hearts of men

speechless: spring walks out the door with a miserable drizzle

presumed long gone the flameback woodpecker returns to console the fruitless tree

in the graveyard of chaos: butterflies float gently from limb to limb saying prayer

the roar of chainsaws: as butchers saw the limbs of the mango tree and not a single tear was shed