sojourn, C.A. Allen
Untitled, London Bellman sojourn I have been closer to the edge than the edge itself; I have swallowed plastic medications and bled from the stillness in my gut— the calm, in facing imminent death. I have been awake in the late hours and I have heard the nightbirds screaming, the stars dying, the earth […]
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