trashtronaut

death is in the details

choose your own rattle

struggle to the egg

september's sleep

dig to the light

fading of the colony

positive & negative forces / I think

low gravity

a lurch from the seismograph

he's dead except he's breathing

looking out and looking in (fredrick MD)

when the exterminator finds me

so close to over

june so far

the full time job of not dying

the unborn tomorrow

nitrogen shroud

a life in stir

leaving for good

asleep in the flood

talk in whispers

waste of heir

wasn't that a beautiful dream?

somehow or the other

the trap is the teacher

last call for neanderthal