Stretches
Maybe it is Hockney painting tunnels this writing the same stretch of land over and over A conspicuous desire to misspell apparatus Recorded in the…
Maybe it is Hockney painting tunnels this writing the same stretch of land over and over A conspicuous desire to misspell apparatus Recorded in the…
Go (… onomatofobi … ord … megalofobi … store ting … myrmecofobi … tanter … philofobi … forelskelse … pteronofobi …at blive kildet med en…
And so we sit again by water wanting to write Frayed green benches and afternoon seas Take out again with fingers stiff From cold the…
Somehow lost between the light I peel your voice off of my skin Feels so slippery and red I know I know This is how…
Nine AM and two below zero Sun reflections off crystal liquids pierce the surface of my soul to reckless sounds of birds and elephants Vibrant…
… [PART I: AUTOMATON] there will be more world i could write about it the circular motion was more fluent i could write about it…
Tusindfryd. Det er lørdag. Klokken er 7:48. Der er elleve etager ned til Langebro, hvor en enkelt cyklist i rød frakke sætter kursen mod Amager….
To af mine yndlingsreferencer avantgarde komponisten John Cage og filosoffen Jacques Derrida taler om henholdsvis stilhed og frygten for at skrive.
The old men sit in silence. Waiting for the habit to make them forget.
She had first seen it on the train going into work. Reading the classified section, like she always did, with her morning Starbucks and a…