Parables

Walking

  Sometime around the age of twelve or thirteen, I entered a stage of awkwardness so extreme that even the act of walking seemed doubtful. What had been automatic, to put one foot in front […]

Der Defätist / The Defeatist

the long line

a long line of eerie stitches covered the past neon deep sequins decoration tripping over green reconciliation harassed & surpassed not exactly classy i told the girl carpenter sequins harvester arbiter erecting cabinets for four […]