on the Underground map uneasily, wondering how such ideal points and lines can add up to anything resembling the surface.
Month: August 2017
Bronze Age
I dreamed myself adrift in a forest of the dead.
photos and micropoetry
photos and micropoetry
on the Underground map uneasily, wondering how such ideal points and lines can add up to anything resembling the surface.
I dreamed myself adrift in a forest of the dead.
Woodrat photohaiku 