The Vale of Soul-Making
a bronze song, something undone, salvia,
a crushed butterfly.
It is the blood on a light bulb, the seventh sadness,
a fluctuation that closes oceans and eyes. 38 more words
8 months, 2 weeks ago
How long have you been standing in the doorway
holding a fretsaw & dreaming of indentations?
You said the body was furniture, was fixture 163 more words
9 months, 1 week ago