Roses

Even roses could not survive in this frozen tundra of a world,

where darkness perpetually sweeps the land,

digging up chunks of wet dirt

and eradicating long forgotten daisies

with one simple flick of the hand.

Hyperallergic

Sensitive to Art & its Discontents

Aubrey's Arch

A Complete Circle, An Oracle’s Virtue

Thinking Moon

"I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night."

The Weird Writings of Gareth Barsby

Welcome to my world of weirdness.

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