Archive for the ‘me’ tag
No man is an island, entire of itself.
you avowed young that with suspiciously guarded land borders and territorial waters you could prove John Donne wrong. but you never anticipated pursuit from above.
and so it begins…
From this post:
John Donne
Sun is coming up on the ocean
you fall into bed nearly broken, the sorrows and victories of the day bittersweet on your tongue. but joy comes in the morning.
Dream beneath a desert sky
A new life awaits you in the off-world colonies
Threads crisscross the planet binding portico to rooftop, my Dakar stoop to your Chicago flat. This is where underdeveloped meets tech; two women are grinding grain, one is taken, and the other takes a call on her Samsung.






