Glimpse
A viel thin, the crafting of kids’ misunderstandings, overstandings, caught in between. The shore was narrow, the…
A viel thin, the crafting of kids’ misunderstandings, overstandings, caught in between. The shore was narrow, the…
As the sun impends, a glowering foment, I anticipate these seasons with the cardinal dour: I quintuply…
You were in the arms of another, or in the other? They merged then, the eyes of…
The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the…