pineprecipice: pineprecipice: There’s a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wallAnd it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after allHow God knows if Christ came back he would find us in a poker gameAfter finding out the drugs were all free but they won’t let you out […]

every-broken-bone-blog: Been so busy lately, no time to draw or anything. But I decided to take  a break today and make a random-ass sketch. Pencil and paper + colors in Photoshop. Two lessons: I’ve forgotten how to use traditional media, and I don’t know wtf my sister’s tablet settings are… That’s the reason for the […]

They cut me in two, the river and the moon, and from my mouth the night pours forth like blood. I am cut in two, I who once was one; Nina Cassian, tr. by William Jay Smith, from “They Cut me in Two,”