“The Offering” By: Angel Dionne
Papier-mâché moon beams drench the streets with their opaque light. I’ve walked these streets every evening for the past two years, leisurely observing the cook...
Papier-mâché moon beams drench the streets with their opaque light. I’ve walked these streets every evening for the past two years, leisurely observing the cook...
for Eckhart Tolle I flop in bed, placing a fiver over my heart. I want to lure the pain-body to the surface to see what’s shaping my thoughts. I’m guessing it ...