Not Even
Not even Hildegard knew that the manuscripts she wrote were written hand to skin or the hard number of sheep […]
Ekphrastic Challange
The Creak of Loneliness
The leg drapes like a story half-told, bare ankle, sock sagging, a loose thread of someone who once stayed longer
Ekphrasis, Ekphrastic Challange, Ekphrastic Challenge, Poems, Robert Dash
Invisible
They travel from darkness, speaking in tongues— a language of strings and waves.  They lug bits of this and
Audio, Dave Thewlis, Ekphrasis, Ekphrastic Challange, Ekphrastic Challenge, Poems
In the Museum of Cold Ideas
We were feeling very black and white, very automatic. Our fingernails were letting go, our eyelashes, the lobes of our