in this (my) neighborhood pt. 64

What I’m Reading:

Each fall the raven leaves me his north country, bad weather and promises, his feathers full of summer air, so green it looks black.

— James Galvin / “Inheritance”

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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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