Paweł Gawroński – The London Literati Commonwealth


Water. Foam leaving behind unnamed jelly upon stones and shells. Glands. Malignant growths. Noise when waves hit the shore. No. No, no shimmering sounds, no gull song. No friendly kind of spray. Noise. Screams. A wild look, through semi-shut eyelids. Dank breath loaded with salt. A giant sky-blue smooth-skinned creature, as yet unwritten upon. Read the rest of this entry »

January 1, 2010 | Tags: , , , |