Triptych for Nighthawks
It feels strange to happen upon them in the heat [...]
It feels strange to happen upon them in the heat [...]
Jane Duran lives and works in London, and her roots [...]
for weeds gone blowzy Dandelions don't have petals Plucked to [...]
in a perfect world snakes eat apples i don’t mind [...]
struck white snow-bound place so why, by this flattened down [...]
We do what we can, like shepherds chatting idly on [...]
“[The Bodies exhibition] is a redemocratization. The human body is [...]
The story of you came out of the lake to [...]
Few forms demand such submission from writers as do centos, [...]
Sometimes we burn so cleanly there is nothing left. [...]