doldrums haiku
a detuned guitar
sky glows pink in wildfire smoke
chilly whitewashed room
What I’m Reading:
So we go and fear scythes us down, crying out on muddy slopes. The earth bleeds all around us. The sea is a green wall.
— Adonis / “Elegy for the Times”
About istsfor manity
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....
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