She’ll forget about me in time (A poem)

A poem about the moon—and yes, the use of the word passed is intentional… The moon still comes around to her place in the night sky Some nights, I think she’s trying to get my attention a spotlight in search of a performer or a fugitive on the run I don’t have much use for the [...]

Frontispiece (A poem)

A bit of stream-of-consciousness writing while watching an episode of Sleepy Hollow… Mint fresh stretched out beyond The Capricorn tunic lit by the lantern’s glow History’s marks bind us together as they tear us asunder Quizzical looks mask hurt feelings False verses Spanish chains Split type stack demands contained herein to consecrate ambiguity for the sake [...]