By
Nadra Rahman on Oct 02, 2015 
1 Comments
I. Union The hum of brotherhood, ice and cold condensation as though drawing a universe into oneself and collapsing it, the plow and field in ancient memory, and now: lucidity in glass A declaration: “I am the essence of myself, distilled and then diluted.” II. Displacement Unbound, unwound, gripped by a hand (not yet 21) […]
Sometimes we leave our empties on trash cans. Sometimes we can’t be bothered. Other times we throw them at the wall in euphoric rage.
Loading ...
Copyright 2023 Bwog Limited. All Rights Reserved.
I Found Columbia’s Biggest Fan Of Chef Don’s Pizza Pi
May 3, 2025The Complete And Definitive Ranking Of Every Single Soda
April 30, 2025QUIZ: How Fucked Are You?
April 29, 2025Barnard College Alumni Protest Annual Gala
April 29, 2025