Showing posts from June, 2010

Sasha Fletcher - At that point the water will be right next to the clouds & they will be so close that they could kiss but they will not kiss

Gyula Krúdy – Night shatters like a worn-out curse. At the call of that crazy bird, the sluggish, motionless curtain of darkness begins to stir

Matt Bell punctures relationships, bleeds the surreal, threads gut-punches through needles