jonah meyerOct 19, 20181 min read untitled #61 (by winter matthew)the boat sails backwards. the wind is sunburnt-cinnamon. as my silent mind considers for an eternity/moment your delicious blushing smile...
jonah meyerOct 19, 20181 min readbabe fashions his own crevice, moon hangs low, glows like neon (by winter matthew)the boy had fashioned his own crib. he craved escape from the elements, the thunderous applause. now it is nighttime and the boy decides...
jonah meyerOct 19, 20182 min readA Slight Miscalculation Can Mean the EndBy E.J. Hammon The tiny spaceship sputtered to a slow crawl as it hovered close to the outer ring of the planet some races called Saturn....
