#the acts
The Lake South, The River North
Mon, 19 Mar 2018 12:20:38
Fri, 16 Feb 2018 13:36:28
Fri, 16 Feb 2018 13:21:24
“The Most Cursed of Hands”
“The smell of smoke. The evening sky was bruised.
Belated conversation saturate anticipation
For the answers that simply won’t come.”
“I am nothing but an infant wave stuck in a savage ocean.”