love Nan x

Buca wants to be Grace.

There had been many births now and Elm had started to sculpt with the disused ectoplasms. She found it a Continue reading →

Buca’s first words

This ectoplasm took place in a bar. The bar was dimly lit by a lamp in each corner. By one Continue reading →

Births of Buca

When your heart is a golden mango and set amber tours your veins, birth will be different for you. The Continue reading →

2 years laying in wonder.

Elm has laid in wonder for two years. Her golden tinted view has dispersed, her hair has grown into the Continue reading →

disembark

breaking down the pieces of me, my life here, in this place, ready to disembark, over there, in that place. Continue reading →

Elm talks to a tree

The Tree and Elm are deep in conversation. They have talked about entities, skin care, operations, politics and dadaism. The Continue reading →

Blue boots and white panties.

The conversation was not to take place as he had not answered the phone. Elm was in thought of the Continue reading →