the sky explodes and it sounds like the world was created by lost men who nearly died on the salt sea but, living, planted bullets in the flesh and soil […]
Tag: america
post nationalist on holiday
I don’t believe in Or celebrate Your borders But I love fireworks (as an act of magic I suspend my memory of violence) I love your black ribs I love […]
absentee blogger, casual poet
i know i haven’t written much of late. i go through periods where i am living too fast or too deeply for this space, no offense…lately it’s been a combination […]