Anna

matching pink- stained lips of mirrors Anna, sew her flowers to the hair like an oil-painting smiling, something conjuring about her patterns, the wavelength, the folds all magical maybe. Anna, in her mid 20’s auburn ductile head & hair with sheets of transparent cling film, susurrus body. almost a year ago, a wife & a… Continue reading Anna

Anna

matching pink- stained lips of mirrors Anna, sew her flowers to the hair like an oil-painting smiling, something conjuring about her patterns, the wavelength, the folds all magical maybe. Anna, in her mid 20’s auburn ductile head & hair with sheets of transparent cling film, susurrus body. almost a year ago, a wife & a… Continue reading Anna

Eulogy to Poetry

Sugar granules on my eyelids define the numb, static voice beneath the waves of poetry, absolute darkness. The times flutter on asymmetrical length hypnotical lifeless mellow tunes. Words break, poetry aborts A mother takes a life of her son. It’s sharp. Black. As I think, a tree detaches a leaf As I swirl, a star… Continue reading Eulogy to Poetry