creative – The Worlds Outside

Betweenland

I don’t live in the present. Merely between the past, a shadowbird With its talons in my back and muffled caws of summer, Tugging at

Impasse Reaching the cutoff of all paths of action, I am compressed into a single point. Big Crunch week- eat your heart out, Theresa- Crushed

I collect homes, you know- you could say that- Stack up cities like clean plates, Detonate dreams along new suburban skyways. I set my mind