Monthly Archives: August 2017

you lie down in the artist’s trance translating your selves onto pavement assuming annihilation with coloured chalk you vaporize yourselves leaving reminders for the dawn sidewalks strewn with auras around the disappeared two-dimensional ghosts prostrate before invisible firestorms mundane activity … Continue reading →

I hear them gearing up for battle – old war-horses brought back to drill us with intemperate speech. Mothers and fathers, wives and children urged on to crowd the roadsides and cheer. We’re here again, but this time, mourning. Our … Continue reading →