Wandering On the Way

that black instant arrives falling like dead snow amidst strange ghostly leaves her white arouses a kind of flowering within the blinding so...

your real mother crawls through spirals of ink can’t you see her white teeth rising sprouting above the absurd illusion she sucks from t...

to envision Lorca’s real pain consult Lorca visit him in his black dream his golden summer of death laden with sensuous honey the monst...

filled with her world’s black imagination preserves the afternoon’s illusion as the truth inside her rains and the universe slips away oh ho...

While you were gone, we encountered various strangers who appeared, then dropped off speeches along the closed visage, next to the skull whe...

that old woodstove where absence fit where opportunities entered in the end becoming sixteen searing refusals various attempts at sky shone ...

that familiar easing of white light the hand’s destruction the owl’s call echoing across the shadows consuming the far ridge in still turquo...