Month: June 2025

  • milkweed without marble (the first violin)

    feckless on the marble combing for the hidden grease negotiating with the sleeping waves not here tomorrow or in the moment all but weaving oligarchs like skirting trials that did...

  • lambast treaty foraging

    placid doors in the forged dismissal caught up among the archives the dirt, the hammer, the plastic all creased in the pages like a fabric dossier, bent around weathered appellant...

  • sandpipes and poised attack prose

    burning like a gasket in the tired winter afternoon where turbulence lights the way reminiscent water shelter hives take refuge in the collapsing colony for tomorrow for the future’s ending...

  • no tigers persuading

    there is silver in the air waving like a compass albeit, it has no gathering forces, no wind around the curve fighting to break through there are no stadiums relentless...

  • There; two signs

    great skua robbery feeding on other planets like needles in arms and specious education daunting to the elbow of historical prose and elemental harmony

  • He is a nice gentleman

    He is a nice gentleman he never borrows sorrow like brokered entreats and patterns now fatigued He is a nice gentleman though he is an absolutist foraging the back thoughts...

  • No Stout Passages

    History in an appealed archway Of palette now defense washes Inside the abolished stone palace Like timid, scorned, running reprisals Forgiving in the retreat With sword in hand And paint...

  • Ostrich Plumb Line

    Here we embark on the morning of paltry straining added affairs like white heat under the stone money for stolen moons, likely uncovered like a pedestrian trained in the arts...

  • no scarecrows in the morning

    The palindrome affair was not exactly cheating not in her mind as she stocked shelves in the backroom, cordially Ostend musicals denounce the blatant violations of commercial marriage contracts she...

  • The healing never comes

    One tree limb supercilious to other nocturnal watches Mordecai is spinning bandages in the policeman’s yard There is no dialing back from the screened light Solidified trophies are not what...