Alisia CasperChronic Fatigue SandwichI awake far less wakeful. Far less. My night is drowned. I look up from the sleep floor to the radiance of plain tiredness. Tiredness that…Mar 3, 2015Mar 3, 2015
Alisia CasperCrutchesI can not journey far, each step laden with effort so that some small, small distance makes bright pain and opportunity arc. Find a way to…Mar 3, 2015Mar 3, 2015
Alisia CasperMy Turner’s HoochTurner whistles his way to work. The sun is shining, still cold though- but he feels warmer as he walks. Maybe the wrong coat… but after…Mar 3, 2015Mar 3, 2015
Alisia CasperDreamI had a heavy dream last night- it was bleached and beautiful- I dragged a railway sleeper along the side of a river and knew I was a poem…Mar 3, 2015Mar 3, 2015