unicorn hoax

Grief has the same secrecy  as an empty tic tac box filled with puddle water. The parachuting  man we hid in the petrol cap  of you...

In the pink room we have found each other, you in the blue sling and I deep in the dreams that I have for you. It is raining post- ...

Oh Hai canary, I see you climb. If I were a mine then you would come up singing radical, a silver-edged fresh yellow pipe with whit...

halloween comes at the best time, a drip down your heart in a churn of words called oof- this ghost-lit bad brain hook on one withere...

Fred West’s Cardigan The sun so vicious hot the tarmac burnt the Spanish intern’s instep mid-Flamenco, Fred. I searched for the long ...

Some of those beetles are so shiny they look like tiny bits of glass before the tide whipped them about in a washing machine The honeys...

Yearning for the sea- something about a white boarded pod and down the road a smokehouse that wraps the fish in silence, dog. If I ...

We have elders that are made of ash, they try their best, they die, you came like blood, gentle as a clay hut. You grow up quick, the...

Mark flies home to Baby for Mark E. Smith You were on my cassette up in my ears with your violence. My walkman was a scratchy portal s...