I am not such an interesting creature. I talk about moss, I dream of fog. I am a prawn head on crustacean shoulders.
Habitat
Our bare walls are created upon against their will, sculptural relics to activity all of which is good even when bad.
Paris and Helen
A poem by Nikita Tilak
Marginalia
A poem by Georgie Hurst.
Excerpts From the Honesty Book
Mental states in verse.
Blueprint 