3 birds
I am milkman deep in the mud filling every syllablewith detritusafter emotion has bled outand heaved its guts into the street — yet I am…
Eyes snap open in the heart of night.
Senses switch on in the starlit stillness and
when you come home
I am shoving the old calendarface-firstinto the sink as the light fixtures swoon
Australians wear thongs, and not just at the beach. I know what you’re thinking, just how would I…
“Yes, there’re Americans living in my guest house,” I heard Marian say at the barbeque…
1. spine so thin