Snowliloquy by Ben Mirov

I had a dream I was a satellite and then I woke and I was still a satellite. Signals shot through me like birds in the dark. I was transmitting something. Cubes of essence stolen from the Moth Man. Snowflake after snowflake like jellyfish drifting through the void above a balcony in Brooklyn. My friends… Continue reading Snowliloquy by Ben Mirov