“A conversation with amnesia on the navel of ash and dust, the thought of leaving familiar to longing. We saw the last days on neon orange steppes and the codex was written in indecipherable lines of the palm.” PoetryPoemProseAward Winning AuthorProse PoemPunt Volat Book:Punt Volat Source: Punt Volat
“I climb to the edge into the speckled warlike wave of tea lights. Alloy railings and spiral stairways angel headed day sleepers bearing wild teeth and forgotten memories.” PoetryPoemAward Winning AuthorGamba Zine Book:GAMBA Zine: The Awakening Source: GAMBA Zine: The Awakening