Tag Archives: Toby Sharpe

mokum

an apartment for two, meant for one: light streams in, over discarded mess, which the previous tenant, a Spanish boy, eschewed, and we had added to, with wanton lack of care for anything other than each other’s bodies. trapped here … Continue reading

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2.14pm

muster the courage to close the curtains fully rather than just letting them hang there like a fucking gaping maw / i’m being excessive this isn’t a big deal / the wooden floorboards dappled with a quiet light and spoons … Continue reading

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pedestrian

imagine lean streets. imagine dark nights. the dappled moan of halogen. perhaps a deer lies dead or skips between the occasional car. for days, there has been rain like exhausted static, forcing one to blink upward, greeting the sky with … Continue reading

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