Scribbled with a Maybelline Lip Liner on a Thomas Lee Pillowcase
Sometimes at dawn I’d pass sated minutes with sleepy eyes resting on a night so recently drunk from the cup …
Monthly Archives: February 2012
Prelude to a Dream
It’s the bold strokes of tobacco smoke curling through a window half-shut from a starving apartment out into some back …
And This Must Be What All Those Poets Are Talking About
All things known and seen, then, walked into nightfall. The sun didn’t feel like the sun, somehow, in context with …
The Crossover to Miniloc Island
Three rainmakers hung on the wall of different sizes, all of which she disturbed before boarding: first the shortest, then …
