Author Archives: Urban F
atoms of iron, rust in my heart
catching the moon
Matilda
I killed a thousand butterflies today, so if you notice something strange happening, it was just me
yesterday today & tomorrow
quivering cherry lips suck on her reflection, they grind her tipsy mind and steal all her good jokes, plucking splinters from her arse, another phase, the pain of bindis penetrating her toes
the nest
Zak Ové: Black and Blue: The Invisible Men and the Masque of Blackness
YORKSHIRE SCULPTURE PARK
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