rlung
What air there is / I sift through jagged teeth / and pores shrivelled in leathered skin / the dry, scarred lungs struggle to take it in / …
“and in the morning” by Muds
though he dreamt of this very act over a million marched miles, he has lost his heart to the endless death of campaign
banned in Heaven and in Hell
“It wasn’t an apple.” / Eve slowly licks a finger / takes her time / while chocolate drips / “I was carrying Cain / I remember / and …
I write stories. Sometimes I take photos.
The photos of me were taken by Ron Co
The art is by Sergei Rukavishnikov
I’m an Australian, and I thank Muds for that.
Stories:
The stories are also available as ebooks
rlung
What air there is / I sift through jagged teeth / and pores shrivelled in leathered skin / the dry, scarred lungs struggle to take it in / …
“the wave” by Muds
the whole moment pure, crystalline, glass…
“and in the morning” by Muds
though he dreamt of this very act over a million marched miles, he has lost his heart to the endless death of campaign
Dark Angel Returns 10
No more looking and longing for romantic love. It always ended badly.