The Silent Good

And this too is news -gusts blown over the lip of a bottle,and the wail of foghorns, hollows of owlsand mourning doves, the howl of dogsharmonic with sirens, the slow pull of saws. This is what forms in the throat,musters the larynx to cry and peal,the ochre traced hand on a walldeep below heathen, below... Continue Reading →

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