It croaks as it’s dying, body sunken, when it wriggles, it jiggles, and rolls its side in upon itself like… Read more Slugs are allergic
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Interchangeable eyes
When we knew each other we barely had the time to look into each other’s faces Whenever we did you… Read more Interchangeable eyes
Tripping spider dreams
Tripping, spinning, snapping mandibles grip at the turning cylinder githout success, pincers rubbed raw, begin to smell A hundred eyes… Read more Tripping spider dreams
Another time in poetry (what we are reading 3)
Today we are reading: The Grin King at his Mountain/ Being the Accounts, Poems, Disquistions and Play of the One:… Read more Another time in poetry (what we are reading 3)
Race Day
It wasn’t that long ago, you could smell it, coating the breeze in a fine oil varnish It sat on… Read more Race Day
Tighearnan John Kelly 