Opah by Gavin Duncan
I’m evaporating in your sleep, melting through the seat cushions, and now, just when you thought this feeling meant something.
I’m evaporating in your sleep, melting through the seat cushions, and now, just when you thought this feeling meant something.
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?