Saturday, March 9, 2019

Prose & Prose Poems: Highway Sirens

Prose & Prose Poems: Highway Sirens: …maples are yawning, skies are darkened, possums are scattering: such dusky odor, and orange atmosphere, but a tear for Jesus: syllabic ar...
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Time was Brief

    With deeper allure—to ward off ghosts—melancholia is an empire. Such dialogue confuses—: one wrestling despair. It was remote living, in...

  • Affected
        Multivalent sunshine. It was neat, I supposed; to know tenderness, to muse at roses. So damned, so curious, bled of parts, pleading inte...
  • It Amazes We Never Speak It
      It puzzles me to see frustration, not as it permits itself, rather, in kind eyes. I know those carnivals. I’ve spoken to those harlequins....