In which Silence Commands Space
What weakness is this?
The Past is an Unrecognised Dream
After Primo told me how to feel
Between Leaving and Going
Phone Calls on Mountains
Have we become the flailing fish?
The Poetics of Self-Help, published in IAAC
Empty Room, It's Kind of Hard to Explain: Deep Dive
There is no privacy in summer, the streets are full of those of us who wish to glow, and those of us who leave the house waiting for rain. The rain. The rain which gave birth to us. Quiet though it may feel, the whimpers of the child come from every corner of these towers. Here beneath the canopy, you can watch the fly, fly. Expertly avoiding the tremors of rain. Why am I blue today?
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