myth
who are the gods? are they us?
honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.
they called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they struggle to find a way to explain everything with ideas that make any s...