Roses, by Vincent van Gogh

Any Other

November 19, 2024

[fiction]

He dug and dug and dug. Under the scorching summer sun, Balram toiled endlessly.

[poetry]

And yet nothing is as satisfying // as scratching the pen back // and forth over having it all // done and evidenced.

[fiction]

The first time I tasted a Landomunn Farms pistachio, it ruined me.

The Rumen