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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I’d Save The Reader Years

    The beat becomes sickness. A long crucible—a drilling ecstasy. I was losing focus, feeling forbidden, if to self, if to mirrors. So curs...

  • Eons of Footage
        To capture visuals in words. To write a tome. The mysterious wire between parallels. Care training.  Life as irony. Any given craft will...
  • The Mirror Remains Unclear
      I looked in a mirror and said, I know you not. At an impasse in development, wondering about diamond ink. And memories linger, forming cit...