stasis by Jacob Wolos
the dial hums halfway between proselytic gibberish and the morning news and i hear...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 20, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
the dial hums halfway between proselytic gibberish and the morning news and i hear...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 9, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Against the rose petals my broken mind lay Between the ribs of the cold metal my soul sways As I...
Read MorePosted by admin | Feb 27, 2023 | Blog, Hand Picked
Saya couldn’t make herself walk into that room. It reeked of disinfected memories and decay which...
Read Morein the rain in the autumn when a new life has taken root in the husk of ancestry i...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 15, 2023 | Blog, Hand Picked
It’s nine already. You have three and a half hours today – to do anything, be...
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