Ancient bulbs poke and nudge softened dirt, warmed by the foundations of a first heat, buried in snow and forgotten, way back when in a prehistoric stage of life. These circles and phases are born and die, the calendar a flip book, as Frank’s development rapidly charges forward. One week read more
Concrete crumbs trickle down shady beams, down tag-licked wobbly pillars, down jelly legs, rendered catanionic by deep, dark bass frequencies that rattle an echo in the skull and continue to scatter brain cells five days after. In amongst the peeling paint and pitch-black fire escapes they dance to hard, industrial read more
Four wily owls; Archimedes, Owly, Sam, Mr. Owl. The top Owl, Sam, has eyeballs that see in curtain-snitch style, feathers out of joint, mistrusting, he watches. His cronies are shapes, worn silhouettes that used to be, now an imprint on a life no longer there. We sit together in blinds-down read more