handsome and haggard but mostly haphazard
Gabriel pulled me over said, “Son, where’s the fire?” “Way down below I suppose!” I laughed nervously, fearing deportation.
By Heath Black2 years ago in Fiction
First Expedition, Captain’s Log: “… apocalypse approaches,” The teenage years of the 21st century have come to their close.
By Heath Black2 years ago in Beat
oxygen depleted lungs defeated sunset secreted seemingly out of nowhere > a soft Orchid bloomed inside the clouds
By Heath Black3 years ago in Poets