Juli
by Gabriella Pharaoh I close my eyes at night And the lowering of my screens allows our vignette to play Projected on my eyelids, I dream of dancing You and I, utterly faceless, and to music only we can hear. … Continue reading Juli
by Gabriella Pharaoh I close my eyes at night And the lowering of my screens allows our vignette to play Projected on my eyelids, I dream of dancing You and I, utterly faceless, and to music only we can hear. … Continue reading Juli
by Alison Evans Lux wakes up in the morning and there is nothing to suggest anything out of the ordinary is happening. Ve has a shower, gets dressed, and walks into the kitchen. Sprawled out across the floor is … Continue reading The Tiger is a Metaphor