Anthony James DeslongchampsRose Colored GlassEarly in the grey morning, Frank rose from his coffin like a curling toe nail. His exposed bones popped and cracked. Lacking nerves, he…Aug 9, 2022Aug 9, 2022
Anthony James DeslongchampsMinervaA single lamp post shines in the dark parking lot as I stop on the roadway. Stopping as close to the back door as I can get and turning off…Aug 6, 2022Aug 6, 2022
Anthony James DeslongchampsPersephoneUsing lightning as their ink, the gods write her name across patches of grey and navy sky as she approaches. Rain has not yet begun to…Jul 19, 2022Jul 19, 2022