Tag Archives: Isaac Williams

diamond fits

his lips are a death wish. he will shake you in tongues and lit matches to jolt your nerve-rhythm, less like static and more like a big bang-bang or a marble rolling in the shot glass of the creator, shaking … Continue reading

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Seattle

While you slept in our hotel room, my teeth fell out one by one by the root. When you woke, the lump in my throat had migrated to my stomach. It gets further every day. It would be out by … Continue reading

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