Ginny

split the night with razor feathers lap and tear the damp forging onward, no face, indeterminate flourishes and endless collision, cold...

As if nothing were new anymore, Except for the world ending— You remarked, your hands outstretched to usher a popping, crackling host,...

There you go again, blasting Boards of Canada on headphones that betray all privacy! Your nose deep in handheld devices, you wonder,...

It was the first day of the fifth week that the sirens rang to signal soft lockdown. Through the pallid haze outside my front windows,...