Potsherd of Broken Whispers || Olowonjoyin Muhammed
by Olowonjoyin Muhammed POTSHERD OF BROKEN WHISPERS sickening, like the body of a boy, tired as snowfalls wavering on…
by Olowonjoyin Muhammed POTSHERD OF BROKEN WHISPERS sickening, like the body of a boy, tired as snowfalls wavering on…
by Jamison O'Sullivan Home is not a place but a very specific feeling, one that brings to mind things like sunset…
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…