Telegrams || Valencia Willianto
by Valencia Willianto TW: Death. One day I will die and I will sing every song the bush hides; blue, white, and purpl…
by Valencia Willianto TW: Death. One day I will die and I will sing every song the bush hides; blue, white, and purpl…
by Sean Smith I squint into the early morning sun As the windscreen slowly clears And the frost sparkles on the uneve…
by Frank Brunner You like to tap a tree right when it wakes, as March disrobes the woods, summer all day, regret all …
i dreamt of your sunny room again last night. of your dusty old albums filled with Anatolian tales, of your dried ora…
Yahuza Abdulkadir that boy who broke a bottle of sniper into his mouth wasn't a coward he was just tired of roma…
by Alec Juarez now tell me have you ever been witness to extended-release suicide metered out s l o w l y over time bla…
by Jensen Soderlund part 1 is faith, is being good, doing good works; part 1 is my bleeding knees bandaged in the sis…
by Olusoji Obebe he hangs his memories like some undried linens on the line, pegging them done with difficult silenc…