Tongue trips

The weight

As if every sequin represents a speck of darkness

Asking

Convo

Alight

Things in their poses / There yet / Sounds like

We are quiet when / Calendar year

Love of my life

Ink

The tendril

Delinquents

Bone cancer

Excavated open-pit revealed a stark disorder

Dust

The lake

Neon gods

Forevermore / “september haiku” / “one for the old gang i never see”

The seabird

Bell