Poems // Las Poesias

Filterless

invisible valleys of my fingers
are martian red and dirty
black; choked with dust & oil.

the sunset washes them pretty
in the blue dusk, but
bent on grunge and defilement
i’m caught in golden rays
working dry tobacco
into their depths.

filterless, i push the rolly
between my lips and light
it with the last gasp of day –
burn my lungs as i pull,
trance-like in the presence
of volcanoes and giants. Continue reading “Poems // Las Poesias”

Book Review: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Started: Guilin, China
Finished: Ferry from Korea to Japan

Fucking hell. Where do I even start? This is a book which followed me through three countries; was my sole source of entertainment on trains, planes, busses, and a ferry; felt as much a part of me as my backpack. It will have a special place in my heart for a long time to come. Continue reading “Book Review: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle”

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