sketch: home in bed
Tag: legs
poem: on windy days it’s raining pain
on windy days it’s raining pain
broken glass from flat champagne
eggs as mortars, broken eggs
eye are peeled
but still no Legs
sketch: too much to do so here’s an octopus
sketch: there’s this other part of my brain
sketch: a boy and his dog
sketch: recumbent
Logan Bright — Works 