Flotsam and Rot by Shaawan Francis Keahna
Near the surface of the turbid manmade lake glow tendrils. Ultraviolet clusters of slime, white spheres suspended in each sloppy cylinder. I’ve got a copper […]
Near the surface of the turbid manmade lake glow tendrils. Ultraviolet clusters of slime, white spheres suspended in each sloppy cylinder. I’ve got a copper […]
The baby is chewing her fingers. She’ll put anything (a phone, a tube of barrier cream, your house keys, an empty blister pack of Methlyphenidate […]
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