There’s something in the smoke tree Something caught—taut, unnatural. Something fierce but frozen in time. Where’s Poppa, where’s Nanny? Where’s Justus, where’s Ma? Light swells but the sun’s Gone dark. Throat Tight. Send Help. Now. As I . . .
What I’m Reading:
“‘Dystopia’ is a word that no longer means anything when everything is already worse than we ever could’ve imagined it would be.”
— Coleman Spilde / “The Last Thing the World Needs Is More ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’”
i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....