the eaves spoke a cigarette, ‘do we take it for granted that we will write poetry forever’

Posted on September 13, 2015 by Urban F

judging the void

Posted on July 22, 2015 by Urban F

martha stood high on a diorama of water, the others just saw rain again

Posted on April 21, 2015 by Urban F

ravens are bigger at the top of the mountain

Posted on April 21, 2015 by Urban F

city of sirens

Posted on April 21, 2015 by Urban F

where they are going and where they once were

Posted on April 21, 2015 by Urban F

copper hearts in the deadhouse

Posted on November 10, 2014 by Urban F