Today The Air Is Dim, Oyster-shell Dim Cut Through With Sheens Of Rain, Coming From Far Off, Nearly Off-screen,

Keep posting your art! I love your writing, but the art is definitely a nice touch and I really enjoy seeing it :)

Well thank you so much, I was hoping it wasn’t annoying. 

wow. your writing piece on carrying the girl up the hill and filling the bath was astounding. like i was listening to something while reading it, and had to stop the audio because i wanted to pay way more attention to what you were saying. the imagery was already great and then you added metaphors that were perfect. like her breathing seemed to come from miles away, and the yellow door that spilled yolk onto ceramic are super lines. "I think she can breathe the air." was my favourite line. wow x

AH thanks this is so kind!! Thanks so much for reading. Honestly I can’t say that enough, it helps a lot to hear that it maybe gets read/ matters a bit to someone for a moment. I hope you have a lovely week.

I love your writings. You are truly a talented poet and I love seeing your work on my dashboard. Congratulations on the publication in werkloos xx (take care)

Hey thank you, this is so sweet and lovely, just like you. 

Hi! Back! Moving over from Twitter. Here’s a recent short story; more to come.

This is about wishing you could eat paint and other things you shouldn’t want.

The Oxonian Review

Colours for a Night

‘You will not get drunk on the long-sober traces of wine that exist inside her skin, you won’t. It is very easy not to ingest these images.

Comment: I really love Goldfish crackers (I am currently eating some and it's making my day 184849 times better).

This very cute and happy thank you. I found free pizza tonight so I am in a similar cheese-induced state of happiness. Keep on keeping on. 

- c. essington

agh my finger slipped and I’ve

changed my icon againsosorry

- c. essington

- c. essington

today the air is dim, oyster-shell dim cut through with sheens of rain, coming from far off, nearly off-screen, with cold signed at the bottom of every cloud-bank.

the sky is longer than the word it takes up or the words it takes down when snow happens in front of the billboards, the ads, going white.

                              - C. Essington