
The Critics Threaten Rain
I was poised (thoughts hovering cloudlike) to write a poem about the weather until the post appeared (iciest of Continue reading
I was poised (thoughts hovering cloudlike) to write a poem about the weather until the post appeared (iciest of Continue reading
All bodies want to live— Especially in crisis, they fuel themselves for escape, pushing down other victims in their race Continue reading
This face has changed, angelic to angled, but do not doubt what I can do, the lightness of Continue reading
What I remember is his taste, all these years later after it ended like a gunshot. I wonder Continue reading
We all wait for the happy ending— the masked man back in the lake, his machete bagged and taken as Continue reading