huh : Writing

March

March

A Story by huh


Here.It’s always grey weather when your girlfriends’ parents drive you back to the airport. Dry dead palm leaves spilling through the brok..
they laughed again

they laughed again

A Story by huh


i remember
Bog Queen

Bog Queen

A Story by huh


You are carried by stones, friend, and you are beautiful
driving

driving

A Poem by huh


i close my eyes and the headache comes back
The Weekend

The Weekend

A Story by huh


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