Loneliness stretches its back
A lazy inspection of fingernails
Produces nothing
The empty day advances
I want to be split open
An autumn pomegranate
Pulled wide
To reveal brown flesh
Hollowed worm trails
Exposing rot to the light of day
Loneliness stretches its back
A lazy inspection of fingernails
Produces nothing
The empty day advances
I want to be split open
An autumn pomegranate
Pulled wide
To reveal brown flesh
Hollowed worm trails
Exposing rot to the light of day
let's not pretend
Figuring out what really counts
Anna Fonté; the things she writes want you to look at them.
Author. Blogger. Bigmouth.
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
postcards of the hanging
the various expeditions of an explorer named Sparkleton
“Well . . . writers are kind of monstrous, aren’t they? They don’t have, like, normal human ethics.”
Allies for equality.
sarah cedeño
Live with Purpose. Live Loved.
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A site about music that hits you from different directions
Travel writing and long form non-fiction narrative from the road
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