MarkmaladyinSky CollectionSome Words Make No SenseReflections on our words of description for our self.Dec 30, 20201Dec 30, 20201
MarkmaladyDinosaur Bone SoupEver see the sacred things Abused and transformed To the mundane?Dec 27, 2020Dec 27, 2020
MarkmaladyOn the Methods of LoveHow many ways can heat move from one form to the other?Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
MarkmaladyinSky CollectionOn the FloorThe ceiling spun with amber rays twisted with metal gold sparkles broken from nights charades.Dec 15, 2020Dec 15, 2020
MarkmaladyinCatharsisPlayin with WavesOn the boardwalk rest The bruised eyed shadows, Wanders of ancient drifts Plaguing the status quo.Dec 15, 2020Dec 15, 2020