Those little things thatDon’t add upOr make sense.Those things thatDon’t sit quite right.Are they concealing something larger? When, finally, we lift this old stone from the mossy earth,Will we find, writhing on the ground,Churning in the dirt,Attempting to flee the scene,Creatures without mouths, without eyes? In place of a man, will we find a nestContinue reading “A Nest of Lies”
When I wrote Where Do We Go Now at the beginning of this year, I had no idea about zines and the journey I would go on with them. I was just on the cusp of finding out. I think I had some vague sense that I just needed to follow my instincts and my next big project would emerge, and that’s exactly what happened.