Poetry: States of decline by Taylor Johnson
The room is dying honey and lemon rind.
Soured light. My grandmother sits in her chair
sweetening into the blue velvet. Domestic
declining is the window that never opens–
Song In My Head: Longest Days by John Mellancamp
Quote: “One should … be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
Anywhere But Here: Okapi Wildlife Reserve, Democratic Republic of Congo