Um (Not that)
21 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted Poetry
in21 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted Poetry
in07 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted Microstory
inI found her by the pond, as useless a mermaid as any. Piecemeal I bound her: finger-bones to fiddle-pegs, breastbone to sound post. I strung my bow with her hair. The wedding-march has begun: all that remains is to hear her sing. Her sister must have missed her voice.
07 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted Uncategorized
inDawn breaks over the city like an eggshell and for a moment the
entire
languorous creaking machinery of humanity draws to a halt.
Interstitial roadways;
Veins of concrete;
Elevated trains; all
Recuse themselves from motion, a frozen
automaton one wind from sprung.
Now is poised between
clockwork and
exaltation. I open my hand.