HyphonOwlet

i was about to write then i found writings to be read and the letters scrunched their brows and these words crumbled onto this page disa...

a shell the world is stuck between pages million chambers, many-valved we play house where we heart, where we learn multiplication ...

the folding rain, a light wearer a light we're

and may the slightest light start a fire take up these someone other's signals in the smoke, consider them whispering away may the c...

it's come to this the way that towers push against the ground to be tall is a little misunderstanding, but let me fold a corner on t...

a few years ago, i learned honesty was not a noun to be adjectivised, but a state to be verbed, and more than that, to be lived as a con...