Best in Show, Reserve Champion This is not Apple Strudel’s first showing. She’s been shown from the Milky Way to the Pisco Nebula.
Philosophic Fragments Love is a memory. Love is a memory that’s present, / A memory not resolved, not passing into past,
Desert Meadow All through winter life burnt; all through spring. / Autumn, a spoke on the same wheel, will repeat
Strange Uterus The fire danced, made the shadows quiver. The pile of mail, the letter opener on the cabinet, the single bookshelf: all creeping in at the edges of the darkness.
I’m glad I’m not rich because I’m pretty sure I’d be an asshole you can never be an ocean / if you’re afraid to make waves