something chaotic storms through this tract every season.
basically, brilliantly,bravelybehold spacewhere you belong to yourself.
i recently lost a poem about the process of losing my grandmother. the slow tidal gravity that drew me away from her had me scrambling to identify memories of no fixed address. ironically the faded forms i could postmark were scribbled on brightly hued post-its; colour coded culture schemes with names like rio de janeiro, […]