drug of voice
Long ago, when I was crazy and couldn't sleep, my shrink, knowing of my life before baby, told me I needed to start writing poetry again or join a band.…
stains
When the body, which is still breathing but is destined to be a body soon, lies there like a pile of clothes until he is gently turned over, when the…
crOw
O, a long winterwatching the crowsballet dancerson the windO, out the windowonly place she goescarried safelyon their wingsbut they won’t share their secretsshred all the evidencethey won’t grant her wishesO,…