i. There exist dreams within the corpse, fresh still And a glass of red wine on her bedside There, a slight note, and two bullets later...

Her name was Misty. She wore yellow dresses and smiled about the sunflowers as we walked along the overgrown path to the creek. She would...

I'm fruit that has fallen off a tree and onto the damp muddy grass I feel bruised and squashed and too ripe for anyone to want to eat me...

About the piece from the artist: This artwork reflects a concept I've termed a "line of transition." Against a vibrant backdrop, a...

This is Al Mahmud, my valet, who hails from Kas of Türkiye; he serves me Çaykur Tea all day. Each week, his brother, Ahmadi, in Rize, who...

This piece is made to emerge like a mystical effusion. An evocative tribute to the depths of untold angelic existence. Wherein, from the...