DISTASTERFIRE/DISASTERSTAR - tommy blake
look at me shapeshift we arnt the same i’m a chamelon for the body think synethesia in the way red is cherry and cherry is dying on a raindisastered monday wen we need som kind of change
many mirrored moons
The poems in DISASTERFIRE/DISASTERSTAR find tommy blake in conversation with the myriad parts that make up his self. These alters trip over, build onto, correct, and enlighten what tommy has, can, and will know. This is a window into a mind where all lives live concurrent, informing the now. When the mind breaks itself open, there’s reason. In the aftermath there’s fear and there’s wonder, both inside and out.
look at me shapeshift we arnt the same i’m a chamelon for the body think synethesia in the way red is cherry and cherry is dying on a raindisastered monday wen we need som kind of change
many mirrored moons
The poems in DISASTERFIRE/DISASTERSTAR find tommy blake in conversation with the myriad parts that make up his self. These alters trip over, build onto, correct, and enlighten what tommy has, can, and will know. This is a window into a mind where all lives live concurrent, informing the now. When the mind breaks itself open, there’s reason. In the aftermath there’s fear and there’s wonder, both inside and out.
look at me shapeshift we arnt the same i’m a chamelon for the body think synethesia in the way red is cherry and cherry is dying on a raindisastered monday wen we need som kind of change
many mirrored moons
The poems in DISASTERFIRE/DISASTERSTAR find tommy blake in conversation with the myriad parts that make up his self. These alters trip over, build onto, correct, and enlighten what tommy has, can, and will know. This is a window into a mind where all lives live concurrent, informing the now. When the mind breaks itself open, there’s reason. In the aftermath there’s fear and there’s wonder, both inside and out.