Spaces

Spaces

Spaces Here’s a storyof the spaces we createdin the wonder of our boredom,where we went when the sun closed. In a twilight gardenwe stroked tall petals, fellon sharp grassesnext to tombstones and made love. We tried to find the skybut clouds and bright lightsgot...
Love letter

Love letter

Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith. Love letter My only love letter is an unused map, but when you come back, I’m miles away, still finding home. Your sweet touch shakes me, the cool touch of my forehead against this plane fills me. I need to feel the shaky ground...
Between dawns

Between dawns

Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith. Between dawns When I reach out to the empty space next to me at night, you’re adjusting the temperature of your stovetop. And when your body rolls over, you anticipate a soft tug of the duvet but I’m a thousand miles away, wiping...
Stones and leaves

Stones and leaves

Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith. Stones and leaves Stones and leaves  once told me this would  be an old road too,  that the present would cement  in some embrace, an echo  unheard in open space.  They’re nothing now, the wet leaves underfoot,  trapped between...
Hills

Hills

Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith. Hills These hills were here  before me and when I’m gone,  they’ll be here  before you.  These trees too,  they tell us  things that were  and will be,  like the wind  carrying old songs  that will carry ours.  And when...
Empty mirror

Empty mirror

Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith. Empty mirror I got high in Austrian castles where the smoke from aristocratic lips filled my head with fancy things. The castle is cold but the fire from my fingertips trail smoke that follows me to stone walls with tapered...