Finnegan Roze Menzies

sounds of birds No other sound reminds me that I’m alive my uncle steps into my mind I see his thick gray hair, his whi...

The land of us  is so much bigger  than our frames but we all already know this we can feel our size but we do not know his ecology...

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 Over and over I keep hearing myself say I am a song I am song I am language and not language The fracture inside myself is en...