Member since February 9, 2016 | 84 Readings |
I would be smart if I forgot what I thought.
He waited, / until the old wine drunk him. / It brewed a illumination of desolate moon. / With pampero, he swallowed into bones. / It shattered…
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late December, 2016 // Now’s news begins with babies on the way. Just one’s inside me, but another’s ascending to the throne our nation prides…
I miss the smell of my skinned knee the summer / I pulled my whole self alone under the covers / and willed it to heal. By it I mean insert / …
Awkward additions / etched into benches / scrawled onto stall walls, / / bent on an always, / couplings meant / to cast a sure spell / / …
Lying Down With Dogs
Fetch this phenomenominal conjesture. This time I mean it. A wag of the wand and the restive history sits like a sure thing. Suppositious…
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