the stoke of a fiery pen is the un- made word feel the thin space around it grow into a river - the felt of an afterthought is not the noun it used to be before the verbs rushed into the river -
Monthly Archives: February 2023
i. who will forgive me for eating your sweet red wheelbarrow? ii. show me your handful of fearful dust, must you? iii. will you bury your blue guitar now in a colored cemetery?