Matriphagy
Ten thousand hatchlings
stride the web…
Poetry by Devon Brock
She hung there, below the silkwith a bundle. Later, a hunk below the faucetremained, drained and quite empty. My coat hangs on a hook,husked and silver-fishedon the thrash end of…
Published in “La Piccioletta Barca” — Issue 19 — May 2020 https://www.picciolettabarca.com/issues/issue-19
Then again next Summer –next wet, fat, loud Summer,I may find on a spider’s loom,the fly that tormented the windowall through Winter, Spring,released in the first airing –when mud and…
Was thinking of you as I pissed the chardonnay out, black exile to sewage. Was thinking of you and the trusts – thrice taken that garner no warmth, but shudder…