Framed by Dominik Slusarczyk
My tyres flick up gravel which taps against the underside of my car. I shove the...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 23, 2025 | Blog, Hand Picked
My tyres flick up gravel which taps against the underside of my car. I shove the...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 18, 2025 | Blog, Hand Picked
In the middle of the night, I heard a long screech outside like a fingernail digging into a...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 15, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
I come from a family where the men die early, which is to say I was raised by women. My childhood...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 8, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
My disappearing darling, you sail with an anchorless boat, bolting from the dockyard as soon as...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jan 4, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
He fell like rain on my scaled ribs; weight of night, a canopying cove....
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