Frozen
in a verse that whispers rhymes and rhythms to itself
Month: October 2017
Tell Me No
so overwhelmed by this verse, the interior is so mysterious, even more beguiling, love it
October
on a back porch in a magic valley
a moment with chocolates and a single barrel
Véra
Life can be so Nabokov
to a Drawer
Tears of amber frozen safe our heart’s a treasury
meaninglessness
tikis and nazis, hoodies, burkas, Bannon’s canons, on both sides?
catnap
Yawning for what? I forget
Toothache
Busted party in my mouth the neighbors called it in
an old clunker
Laugh at an old joke
leave it to cleaver
posterizing our despair