Nóstos Álgos by Tabitha Wechter
There’s a market for nostalgia, and I’m the ideal consumer.
There’s a market for nostalgia, and I’m the ideal consumer.
moments pass till what’s left is only wax paper and greased fingers
I am going out amongst the gray and green mountains to learn again why I keep coming back here
The data within the cod otoliths correlated with specific instrumental sounds, forming a musical language to communicate science as sound.
Horizontal Haiga
the pink jagged dash below a chapped palm
The horse stepped on me and took off three of my toenails. I remember gooey puss and blood for weeks. I think my toes recovered ok.
I look down bashfully at my leather hiking boots, I am a foreigner.
honestly, I feel a little guilty how could you compare this body to an ocean?
My head aches from clenching emotions while goosebumps pepper my skin.