Gabor G Gyukics

they’re not afraid a paper lampshade swayed illuminating a well laid table as the guests shuffled around the stove’s mouth that let the soot fall back down in from the brick chimney the host knock...

Gabor G Gyukics

guardian angels? a pistol is held to your forehead in a bosky alley of the night you search for the face behind the hand as you wait for the click of the trigger instead you see the hand holding the gun pull ...