David Hayden


By - May 18, 2018

The smallest tremors of the sun on the air, the air pressing on the ground, the air pressing on itself – humidity from ash dry to falling ocean, heat searching and rising, swelling bodies and air. All days in one.

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By - Aug 28, 2017

The promenade was greasy and Jim lacked magnificence. The breakfast beer that came in a can with a golden hawk on a ...

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