by fennadmin | Mar 26, 2018 | Artists, Nehaal Bajwa, Poets
I like to stroke the unsullied top of the biscuit spread Private and confidential, like a letter informing you of banking charges levied specifically at you, the – sweetest, my Fahrenheit sod Bringing me offerings that look like warmth dovetailing with utopian (i.e....
by fennadmin | Mar 26, 2018 | Artists, Nehaal Bajwa, Poets
Sometimes when a friend makes some kind of sexual overture it feels hard, a tug back, a shortening of the rope keeping your bullshit at bay but there, still, behind you. Imagine walking across an A- road, you are in London, so it’s no joke, and for some reason,...
