Young Medusa in the Fall
this is how I want to become in November when all the sugar manifests into colors: all varieties of […]
this is how I want to become in November when all the sugar manifests into colors: all varieties of […]
Out the back a chorus of fog releases over the ashen crowns that rise up from the red- brick
The fog at the Biltmore Estate hangs thick and low over the rolling hills, the white oak, red maple, and
You know the women through every manmade thing that men have used to trap them: a van’s double doors closing:
No meek Agnos dei those Catholic girls, plaid-skirted and ready to fight as we huddled on their turf awaiting
Your brain is full of worms, he said. I no longer wish to drink stardust coffee from your stinking bones.