No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
He landed in the slush pile for sale with her and the glad
bags, the stars & the moon—Do I tell, do I tell, do I tell?— They’ll tell you
A man is on all fours feeling his way gingerly on the ground.
I think we are not meant to capture this brief visit from an ancient God of song and war.
"Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog" by Dylan Thomas came to my attention yet again when Jean Seberg asks Jean-Paul Belmondo if he's read it in Goddard's iconic "Breathless".
She feared the jumping spiders were dead sitting so still at the top of their cage.
I once wanted a treehouse in a backyard, a ladder leading up to safe square freedom.