from Recovered Poems, 5
5. with what swirling of litter and leaves is the news received when bells and slate-clad steeples speak at clouds and hammering fall winds rap a rug of cold...
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Read MoreRECOVERED POEMS 13. 10/6/93 a hoarse mentholated laugh at the radio and I am gone through the rain and headlights driving with my claws and feet eyes and head awake to...
Read MoreA jagged, liver-colored scar cleaved Yrmela’s cheek from her ear to the corner of her mouth. It was the worst of the scars and Sybil Cane was saving it up for...
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