lump pelican’s beak — jaune, boastful, a pouch to pierce in good time; chestnuts
mute avalanche; black momentum, bright light forms, happencircumstance
sand and salt, milk and honey, incessant years of the ocean’s swallow
telltale tells a tale. after so many summers — boat. wind. girl. city.
it’s infatuation, i just know. but i’m head over heels for toronto. i admit, the canadian city isn’t usually on people’s list of the usual amazing top-whatever of global metropolitan destinations, but between the famed international film festival and the uncontrollably phenomenal music scene (mothership to NXNE) — not to mention its reputation as a … Continue reading