hello i am markjuly third, two thousand and seventeenon the ground, of my my mother and father’s home, listening to someone (who more than likely is dead) play the cello and piano. the sky is…Jul 3, 2017Jul 3, 2017
hello i am markThe Summer of Saint JudeTears running down my face, I’m thankful that winter sacrifices herself so that spring and summer can laugh together. I look at all the…May 14, 2017May 14, 2017
hello i am markCranes in the Sky: Whether Faggots Have Clipped Wings AnywayIt is a sunny afternoon in SoHo. This is important to note because of how shy winter has been to reveal her spring dress. I’m listening to…Apr 8, 2017Apr 8, 2017