when the soup is *on*, isn’t it. how do you kill a spider, and está une serpente? who was that downstairs? it was me. now reverse it.
Tag Archives: 2020
INTO THE MAGIC NIGHT / 01200220
When I fall asleep among the angels and irises to dream my dreams of you, when a marching band of burst-open stars, when a call comes in for aide, when a hunt’s fresh complete, when a balladeer in the afternoon–wear a pair of your best glasses
HAPPY SATURNALIA / 12190120
When the power players converge and the plan is to save and there’s a spoiler on the loose and people wanna go see a star war, but you just want to sprout your cases and turn off one light and embrace the other. When your letters of love are on the table and ready. When love is all there is.
kate carsella 