Joseph Scorselo Untitled – You You are awake. Your lids are closed. You see a dense, opaque, and orange fog. The lights are on. There is no sound. Nothing is automatic. Action depends on thought and command. The slow-motion transfer of information from mind to body consumes all that is left of life. Your struggleContinue reading “#17”
Aleathia Drehmer Take I am folded into this neat circle of newly adopted friends of friends. Innocently, they lend acceptance into my hands that I will surely take for granted.
Juliana Vargas And In The Gloom Smoked air Smells of burning maple Leaves at my feet Air so crisp Nose red as apples