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We used to live in a house with a porch surrounded by jasmine vines;crawling around the porch and up

progressivepower:Probably still believes in trickle down economics

nobrashfestivity: Edward Hopper    Loneliness New York Office, 1962 Eleven A.M., 192

spymastery:As I mentioned doing just yesterday, I’ve come up with an Inktober prompt list for

Day 3: Goths´ FollyGrumpy writing boi!

star-wars-comics:Han Solo #4 (2016)pencil & ink by Mark Brookscolor by Sonia Oback &

leftover sparksfade quicklyon paperafter thoughtsof all the afterthoughtsI try to savecutting o

heartsextractedfor each otherwarm and dripping,a cycle of lonelinesscomingto an end.

a rush of waveson the skin,a burn of bloodin the heart.diving headfirst,holding our breath. 

soda pop on the tongue, the fizz andburn in my lungs, this condensation onmy skin; America

i never felt as helpless as i did when i was nine and you were tenand you picked him over me and i s

stars are delicate, we both know that, like hearts or glass jars filled to the brim with dreams and

the greeks called  it an abandonment, downfall and darkening of a heavenly body is that what yo

in reverse the shutter opens, releasing light back into the world.

kpk poet!

living now | kpk.

OF WHAT? - k.p.k 

may 12th, 2021 

hugging my twelve-year old self - k.p.k

i’m doing a month long exploration into my poetry (this is the 5th instalment, i’ll be u

oldfarmhouse: To Kill a Mockingbird Inspiration Via@oldfarmhouse

j-k-i-ng:“Deer at sunrise“ by | Astrid TontsonThames Ditton, United Kingdom

garadinervi: Richard Kostelanetz, Untitled, (ink on paper), 1971 [Fondazione Bonotto, Molvena (VI)]

Past midnight and there are still no stars. There is only a bleakness that invades my soul from the

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