The Cut Off.
By Taylor Drake A short poem about how great checking out is when it comes to toxic people. Like tearing
Heaven.
By Taylor Drake | Image provided by @SpaceLiminalBot on Twitter. This poem and others are available on the @pulpczar Instagram. Now if you don’t
Haiti
By Taylor Drake I’m just glad I got to see the ending. I was presented with the carnations in my
Circumnavigate
Taylor Drake The clouds take the shape of wave file patterns; an overnight flight to the grand white pebble beaches
Fleeting
By Taylor Drake I wrote this one with blood stained hands, where the ink begins and my own claret ends,