Josephine LoRe | DREAMS OF THE DEAD

DREAMS OF THE DEAD my grandmother is a hydrangea¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†petals pressed close ………………………….she opens in blue splendour my grandfather a bulltrout¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†slowmoving …………………………waters murky and what of Alex? ……………………………in one dream the ficus benjaminus turns …………………………………………to butterflies his lopsided smile ……………………………his bangs ……flipped to one side / thoughts …………………………………………..deep / wings […]