Polaroid Beneath Tissue.

A vast and beautiful sadness must have unfolded overnight, because when he awoke in his jumbled sheets, there it was, imbuing everything, and he found himself wondering of her return. Wondering would she be the same? Would she appear to be younger or (somehow) older? Would the tangerine fringe she favoured of late have faded, becoming less lustrous; … Continue reading Polaroid Beneath Tissue. →

the diligence of tailors.

with the diligence of tailors, you and i gathered at our candlelit collars with a purr and a whisper and cupping warm hollows, saturday's stitches became sunday's seams. [handcut collage 24x12. 2020]

barely anecdotes.

divide the cities east to west gridlock the country until all that is left are some sad children behind grills and then some thin wired women, these grumpy old men, polishing their stories down to almost-nothings.