you’re not alone you’re all you need you’re on your way you walk beside the beast you discover wonders down below you plus one is two you, at the end you are here you’re getting the band back together you’re on the trail you’re among friends Found poem: from the “you” chapters in The Fifth […]
Author: Natalina
6:21am
His planet soon became so small that he could no longer stand on it. He had continued his job until it was no longer possible, to which every sunrise and sunset bled into each other; there was no north or south pole anymore. There never was, but the little prince’s voice had carried itself across […]
we hit a bump, aboveground
The subway likes to pair your quiet music with its 8-volume white noise. The subway likes to pair your loud music with its 8-volume cacophony. written 22 may 2019, 10:53pm
somewhere on the QEW
lavender filled nostrils and honey slick fingertips— my eyes catch on fire in the sky. it burns for longer than expected. written 7 July 2019, 9:40pm
comet dust (and other small things)
His fingers trace the lines of her collarbones by memory, coming around to her shoulder, down the smooth skin of her arm. Her fingers twitch when he glosses over them. “Hm.” “You’re awake?” “I am now.” She turns over to face him, and his fingers never leave their spot; they trail her naked wrist, her […]
8 mar 18 | 7:46pm
The last train pulled out of the station at 2:58am. It dropped you off on the barren platform, incessant flickering lights bathing the platform in a strobelight trance. You take in your surroundings. this is a connecting terminal to the end of your life You’re almost there – just a few more transfers before you […]
start.
walk left. turn right. you are on your way to something of great proportions. open doors. you are ready to acquire necessary knowledge. open doors. turn left, turn right, this little piggy loses all the information on her way home. success! you must [enter] the city. Enter/ the city> the city> the city> the>city>>thec>ity>th>ecitythecitythecit>yyyyy >>/// Error: […]
Missed Connection
The buses were running late. Again. The boy looked up from his phone, hoping to see the 35 Jane in view from the station. The weather had been all over the place in more recent Toronto days; it threw him off when he passed the turnstiles inside the station and saw a deep, dark blue […]
for the broken king in the golden cage;
pale hands grip the countertop until knuckles are white and fingertips numb. he sees himself as broken and ruined, as a dark being that won’t measure up to anything unless he moulds himself into the way the world would love him best. his mind is a blue sky free of clouds; his metal heart is […]
twinleafs 