Stuck in the twilight and the glow is not enough for me, Stuck in the twilight and the glow is blinding. writing / Kendall Hill photo / Samantha Ashcraft
We were ultramarines in past life that neither of us knew how to handle.
who wouldn’t want to live in a future where the worst has already happened
AND KNEELING AT THE EDGE OF THE TRANSPARENT SEA I SHALL SHAPE FOR MYSELF A NEW HEART FROM SALT AND MUD
You need to watch your step – among all the ghosts and memories
You can slow down but you can’t really stop. Not even if you wanted to. You’ll wake up on the other side of the world with a bigger burden to carry. Better take a nap here.
I wake up at night, not knowing what country or year it is. My mind stares into the question, floating through the years and places I could be. I don’t open my eyes so I can relish the limbo of another time. It only takes a second but it feels like ages, traveling throughContinue reading “Sal Dulu | Duluoz Dream”
The butterfly grants the girl wishes – she gets long arms to retrieve the ball when it flies onto the roof, she gets clear skies to stay outside and keep playing. On her third wish, she gets selfish and asks to have a thousand more wishes. She turns into a butterfly.
It was quiet, just us three. I don’t know how the story came to me. Looking back, it seems like it was just in my mind that day, out of nowhere.
I remember a story about a butterfly who comes and grants wishes to a little girl. I heard the story when my childhood was ending. There wasn’t anybody on the playground, they’d all mostly moved on. It was just the ghost (gypsy) girl and her slightly-cross eyed brother who always wore dirty Adidas tracksuits.Continue reading “Keanan | Curtain”