Memories of a Country House
Memories of a Country House How did the ghost arrive at this impasse? Like a blown glance the phantom has no mass. It comes by watered routes of memory perhaps,...
Read MoreMemories of a Country House How did the ghost arrive at this impasse? Like a blown glance the phantom has no mass. It comes by watered routes of memory perhaps,...
Read MoreI LOVE CIGARETTES In the ashtray of my mother’s car Lay my first cigarette, bent At the filter with a lipstick scar. The black everpresent omniscient scent Thrown...
Read MoreMay Evening A sharp yellow light paints the blind And the smell of rain is in the house The first leaves swishing in the wind A brawl of hail and a souse And then the...
Read MoreHYPERVIGILANTE I’m so scared, bound To eyes like shifting lakes Rippled by the sound Of autumn rakes, By conversations studded with posts, Words that look back and...
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