Maison Ray

Joined November 2018

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Denver-based writer. Previously in New York to attend Pratt Institute and develop his artistry. With a self-described “violently pensive exploration of the lucid,” Maison tries to invoke an ethereal relation to the world through his work.

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Bedtime
Where, and when did this bloom? Poisonous bud of self-abhorrence. With a grotesque and chimerical flourishing. A sweet-nothing blown into your nose.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Relapse
Unsurprised, You let reintroduced animosity sucker-punch you, wanting to like it, But the hurt didn’t hurt the same. Why?
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Villalobos
We are homesick and we are already home. Soul searching is unnecessary when you let yourself realize you still have one.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Quattrocchi
Mai soli, never alone. Touching shoulders at a train station, A habitat of travel that possessed an aura that begged you to stay.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Our Minority
Pursuit. of a creamy, alabaster self-affair. The bona fide, ineffably kind affection, in which even silence is understood.
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Homesick
Peculiar cough. Recurring affliction, firm in the fire of an uncertain homestead. This obstacle, an ache, of never winning familiarity here:
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Condolences
Exclusive horde of highbrows. Show appreciation. Attended stag: His lone silhouette scream silenced by the soft, sour, rotten
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets

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