Elizabeth Iannaci: Poem
October 24, 2016TW Featured Poetry
Lovers will conspire, infatuation wrapped around their bodies, breathing in great gulps of each other.
Lovers will conspire, infatuation wrapped around their bodies, breathing in great gulps of each other.
Snow White, anemic: Should have eaten more red meat.
Fat content of dreams. Calories in a carnal fantasy.
E-book apps in 2016 should be as revolutionary as word processors were back in the 1980s.
Just lift the delicate veil of literary high-mindedness, and it’s easy to see the disdain for writers on most websites.
Part of me was always glad my mother found a way to cast off the shackles of her ordinary consciousness.
Which came first, the drugs or the schizophrenia?