Ghost’s town
Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li Mornings I drive through a lesion in memory from County Road Five until Bedford. The […]
Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li Mornings I drive through a lesion in memory from County Road Five until Bedford. The […]
Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li Your body is going to be alright, because the Witch in the woods says so.
Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li It’s there, Right around the corner. Darting eyes. Perked ears. Scampering feet. Sweat is wiped
Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li Mr. Eliot, sir, you who taught me about men, and death, and growing old, About
Illustration | Seavey van Walsum I can’t reach the Sediments settling in The lining between my Daydreams and responsibilities, Every
Illustration | Seavey van Walsum “Put it in a jar and it’s a spell,” the saying goes. Withered flowers for
Gap yearsignifyinga slippery head,the lost chip in bedsheets’ seams,the honest grip of academic burden—with ego death, its loss, a dream!
I feel like —I don’t really know how to explain it, but —I feel likeThat glossy layer of condensation On a
Untitled Words and Photo by Max Lees The hunting party sets out Into the mudsucking swamp stumbling through thick fog