Truth sounds to me like a fibrous tear; the rip of words stripping us bare. Syntax burrows into self-consciousness’s gossamer gusset to expose the squirming, sacriligious pit below. We shrink at… more →
HitchcockBlondeestherbintliff wrote 8 months ago: The last time I visited my granny in Scotland, I was sitting at the piano, leafing through a battere … more →
Molly wrote 1 year ago: Truth sounds to me like a fibrous tear; the rip of words stripping us bare. Syntax burrows into self … more →