frightened rabbit.

extremely loud & incredibly close.

malvern star.

on the necessity of longing.

let me tell you about longing. let me presume that i have something new to say about it, that this room, naked, its walls pining for clocks, has something new to say about absence. somewhere the crunch of an apple, fading sunflowers on a quilt, a window looking out to a landscape with a single tree. and you sitting under it. let go, said you to me in a dream, but by the time the wind carried your voice to me, i was already walking through the yawning door, towards the small, necessary sadnesses of waking. i wish i could hold you now, but that is a line that has no place in a poem, like the swollen sheen of the moon tonight, or the word absence, or you, or longing. let me tell you about longing. in a distant country two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons, unafraid, are perching beside them. she places a hand on his knee and says, say to me the truest thing you can. i am closing my eyes now. you are far away. - mikael de lara co.

tiger mountain peasant.

famous last words.

"the man who cannot visualise a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot."

- andre breton

in every song.

alight.