Bend beside me love; stretch your hand across the dirt. If you wiggle your fingers right you can feel the screams of this ancient earth Continue reading “A Poem for the Hills and You”
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A Few New Stitches in the Body
“Yes, the waiting is delicious; getting drunk while waiting is delicious (I am, as always in writing, at once the scientist and the rat he disembowels for research).”
–Hervé Guibert Continue reading “A Few New Stitches in the Body”
stream of self consciousness
I’m sorry. Is this unprofessional? Let me begin. Continue reading “stream of self consciousness”
a literary labyrinth 