Tonight the moon is a skyscraper.A million tiny islands sewn into the sky’sskin twinkle above the heads of mortals& spikelets…
by Michael Akuchie Boy Crisis There is death in your mouth,the words run you over on its way outThe hurt…
Tonight the moon is a skyscraper.A million tiny islands sewn into the sky’sskin twinkle above the heads of mortals& spikelets…
by Michael Akuchie Boy Crisis There is death in your mouth,the words run you over on its way outThe hurt…