Nocturne, A Sonzal

Nouns go into hiding. I wake in the middle of the night And cannot remember the name of this year, this night. Defying…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:   Username or E-mail Password Remember Me     Forgot Password

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Drought Stares Back

Drought is a broken clay cup, unglazed orange clay, with all the names of hunger written around the rim. Drought is a…   For subscribers (Subscribe here!)   Or log in below:  

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