Ganymede Hieracosphinx : Writing

Life in the Reds

Life in the Reds

A Poem by Ganymede Hieracosphinx


Leaning against the counter where the spoons are, as you know some green stick was lit now the fumes are born with these lips crescents with bends we ..
Trees of My Jupiter

Trees of My Jupiter

A Story by Ganymede Hieracosphinx


12:11 AM Sunday, Jan 13, 2013 Heat squats in the diner, fumbling around like a lost crumb in between the cushions of a Victorian sofa.. And there she ..
simply little

simply little

A Poem by Ganymede Hieracosphinx


sand and warped hands cupped between another Monday petals of our in-between