PinnedAngela LanierThe Night Doesn’tThe sight, the wandering mind, the breath between wakefulness and dreams is infinite. I notice the space between two people dancing is…Jul 1, 2019Jul 1, 2019
Angela LanierPiss DrunkThe tinny clank of the cell door startles him to a drowsy realization. His crinkled Raider’s t-shirt wavers loosely about his body as the…Aug 9, 2019Aug 9, 2019
Angela LanierWhen Lemons FermentShe is so close I can smell her breath. I’m trying to breathe in, more than out. She probably thinks I’m tilting my head because I’m a…Jul 1, 2019Jul 1, 2019