The Black Marble
Once, in the attic,a marble – black as holes –rolled to me – came to reston the floorboards –below the rafters –cathedral and coarse. Once, in the attic,among the dustlightand…
Category: Attic
Birthed Bleak Into Morning
Black marble boy sleeps in a crate, up there, dank beyond the pink blue rooms infertile. Up there, below the ridge beam, pillowed as cake on paper plates, Black marble…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 