Two hundred fifteen frames of cross-stitch embroidery. Beautiful. All done in rapacious sorrow. Sixty-three days from […]
B.B.P. Hosmillo
a woman bald the smell of ash that used to be hair looks five times her […]
my country always from a burning tank by B.B.P. Hosmillo
Green landscape. The smell of grass and petrichor. Bob Dylan sings Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door. Well, […]