It and Me by Himali Singh Soin
What it is, is the inverted bent of the i, the strong strike of the t. It is what some call time, others, the arrangement of space. The movement of the particle in the wave; […]
What it is, is the inverted bent of the i, the strong strike of the t. It is what some call time, others, the arrangement of space. The movement of the particle in the wave; […]
She remains in bed with insomnia amongst poppers, and fag butts. I burn jealous, the motor in my feet ceased here. Her breath fell, fingers draped on mine. Neither she nor I, left. Teeth grind, […]
From today the UK’s National Archives has placed online thousands of digitised First World War unit war diaries from France and Flanders. Around 1.5 million pages of war diaries have been digitised and more will […]
a warm-colored thrum spreads, a web of fingertip touches and threads of lightning silver my eyelids – I have tasted the sun-beads, have been enveloped by the sweet-spell, and it reverberates.
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