A Prose Poem
I woke up on this glorious Sunday. After a blistering hot week of August heat, it’s…
i have an idea that is too big for meits cruel and exceedingly vastwe know…
the moon hangsa pale lantern in the sky,my hands, empty of yours,grasp the cool…
From deep beech woods she steps downinto a dry stream bed, white tufa rockpoisoned with…
They roam the dense, tangled woods, these children of the wild,untamed, untethered, uncivilized.Feral…
The land stretches out before you, a sea of sand and stone. You stand at the edge of the…
There is a design to the damage of this body, a map inscribed with memories seared into…