Tag: creative writing

summer in september is never about feelings

fogged or clear windows a question of morality

bury the stray thought in damp earth

tidewater dragging us closer to murky depths

seasoning humanity

recording the somatic responses to death

this grey expanse lingers above our heads cold calculating matter undecided on our fates another sky falls

night arrives ready to implant strange devices

go on fill my cup with night

grey wings abandon the concrete stronghold