Feb 8, 2020We Gulp Down Minutes and Hours....We Gulp Down Minutes and Hours as If There Will Always be Seconds I sat in French class gazing up at beautiful words meaningless to me ...
Jun 8, 2019Four Poems for Selcouth Station1. To agree with my step. Language, clouds. They float. I want for nothing. 2. Bobbypinned, echo. An imitation of linked pages:...
Jul 26, 2018from THE BOOK OF SMALLERThe President’s House is empty Corollary. Endured, a whitewash. Literally. A golem’s chance. Not just him, though you have marked....