Spring AirParticles, or fragments, settle inside my chest. The wind knocks my door as if I’m expecting someone. Invisible loneliness, I’ve heard...
When You’ve Made Friends with Depression, It’s Hard to Say Goodbyephotograph by Matt Mooney words have begun to feel useless perhaps I am projecting, again scribbles across trees and rocks, my body...
The Travellerphotograph by Matt Mooney White lines on cement and mirrors, cars chase, miles drown, and i exude a brittle warmth. like a smoky bon...
I'm LeavingLazy eyes snaking across empty screens, you pull your weight around. She mumbles, hoping you turn around. Nothing but stillness catches...
