Responsibility
If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…
willpower
Articulate Skulls
Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this…
Farewell
Should the ashes reburn: fare not that tide of meanderings repentant, a sweltering time spied in the…
Third Mind
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk…
Scorpionic
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet…
Dearest Benjamin
Shivering opacity sits out the three-day tomb, so for you, a casual, conversant aplomb: What crossed…
Maternal (with song)
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor…