It’s Hard to be True to Words/ It’s Hard for Words to be True
Trick trick trickles of words snow into black seas, their undersides worn holey and white-..
Poetry
Hollow
The station is crowded like a fishbowl, benches of stony coral and rotten planks sagging under human dialogue. The light is dead,..
sermon to the broken
you won’t die though your pen may dry or erupt crude swamps drown straight lines you..
