October Air
Wind and water whip up the sandy soil where trees sprout and grow, until leaf by leaf they turn the …
Wind and water whip up the sandy soil where trees sprout and grow, until leaf by leaf they turn the …
The dirt under her nails isn’t chic. She comes by her red brick lips the hard way, which is fine …
“The warrior’s nobility is like a prostitute’s smile, the truth of which is self-interest.” ― Georges Bataille, Inner Experience Sobs don’t …
Something To Do With Life The living take up residence – claim jumpers really, inhabiting played out mine shafts, …
Fractured before we are born. Shattered, maybe crazed at the end. In between all is light and luminaria, except in …
From the dark stone of slumber, stumbling out of ancient ruins where the dogs bark for release, the finger of …
Something was needed, a weight bearing substance or a strong back. Only children answered the call. Only the children …
Selective Service by Carolyn Forché : The Poetry Foundation.
Though I know the rustling of the newspaper cannot be heard above the crumbling of a bombed out street, I …
It was another time, an age ago. Now I wonder where we are when we lie together late in this …