night already 3 leagues abaft the jeweller the first to disapprove of morning is flash-weary from dreams of spinning nuclei repulsive thumbed she grows steam from plains of milk to … Continue reading
6am fimbriates murmurs gold to the backs of her knees at the pond’s feet gasping mud hungry press rubber boot vacuum formed she staffs her rake, daisylets bunched between teeth … Continue reading
attraverso una fratta di cielo che applica pressione Inseguo le parole, esaurita dalla fandonia quotidiano della mattina che lei è così giovane come dice lei il mio taccuino è pruriginoso … Continue reading
i curled inside my wondering yesterday a difficult thing to do at my age even here where siesta is scheduled in part of daily lists calendars i made myself the … Continue reading
speechless her eyes were a library of words read on the lips of a northeast morning.