What should we have takenwith us? We never could decideon that; or what to...
poembay
In the digital realm where verses unfold, PoemBay whispers tales untold.
Cruising these residential Sundaystreets in dry August sunlight:what offends us isthe sanities:the houses in...
Starspangled cowboysauntering out of the almost-silly West, on your facea porcelain grin,tugging a papier-mache...
He was the sort of manwho wouldn’t hurt a fly.Many flies are now alivewhile...
This is the lair of the landlady She isa raw voiceloose in the rooms...
My shadow said to me:what is the matter Isn’t the moon warmenough for youwhy...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,wings of pink blood, and your bonesempty themselves and...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.You understand: there is no house, there...
Love is not a professiongenteel or otherwise sex is not dentistrythe slick filling of...
More and more frequently the edgesof me dissolve and I becomea wish to assimilate...