Monthly Archives: February 2017

My father saw in every tree a virgin winding their hair like a cuddle I see only witches who now that the spring is near are poking my eyes with their blackened fingers But, my father saw fa… Source: Late … Continue reading →

  My father saw in every tree a virgin winding their hair like a cuddle I see only witches who now that the spring is near are poking my eyes with their blackened fingers But, my father saw fairies in … Continue reading →