TW Poetry Spotlight
An easy decision: You must be guilty.
An easy decision: You must be guilty.
The surgeon took more and more pancreas
Space and time do loop-de-loops, they trill sagaciously.
Can any of us truly navigate this tangled wonder of darkness and light?
Are we always more story than person, words thicker than water?
that body vanishes, all innerness outerness: rules invent this
Not that kind of ex, though then differentiating is a damn good idea.
Let the rain spell out a truth on the tin roof above our sleeping heads
When I hear a comment implying that math and writing inhabit separate worlds, I swoop in like a crime-stopping superhero.
Falcon dancer tossing stone, shaped stones, juxtaposing...