Worship
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
Fifty years on, in my sad unpacking, this time of letting go, I find, pressed between panes, a polaroid. A face is fuzzily framed in one angled corner, and I … Continue Reading Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
Dejection
His ears have been ringing for thousands of days, as from a hard slap, but it stays and it stays. A similar sound to a siren that plays without losing … Continue Reading Dejection
