When we knew each other we barely had the time to look into each other’s faces Whenever we did you… Read more Interchangeable eyes
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Tripping spider dreams
Tripping, spinning, snapping mandibles grip at the turning cylinder githout success, pincers rubbed raw, begin to smell A hundred eyes… Read more Tripping spider dreams
Race Day
It wasn’t that long ago, you could smell it, coating the breeze in a fine oil varnish It sat on… Read more Race Day
The last day
of summer we spoke, a crack appeared on the wall that spread like a fire up the ceiling where the… Read more The last day
Tighearnan John Kelly 