Urban Jungle After about a thousand years, it was dawn, napalm on wildflowers, the flames waving in a busy kind of way, equal parts light and dark. A boy with a clubfoot hobbled down the path through the park, clutching a prescription nobody could fill. The birds felt bad for him. “Acapulco Gold,” they murmured […]
Downwind 1. A high-pitched voice, exhale. Brick by tooth. 2. This isn’t always clear, as in our daily lives. 3. Cup of tea, first crack. A broken bowl. Erasures, driftwood 1. Grains of rock salt, in the teaspoon. Abstract apart like stars. 2. A finger candle, steeped into a pink room. 3. Air […]
When they told her she’d be alright they meant stable. Even her favourite book whispered, through Daisy Buchanan’s rose-petal mouth, that the best thing a girl can be in this world was a fool. You had to be accepting to survive; you had to let things happen to you. Rather than let yourself happen to […]
thunderclappress.wordpress.com 