How we progress
A series of poems composed months apart: how a connection can progress
Calling Up Ghosts
Another poem for Gagauzia…
Temporary
Moldova! This trip’s temporary (Do I mean temporal?) Stargazing for home I’ve nigh started but then Have also gotten ahead Seeing the end ‘fore the finish: Her yellow-bright sides Heaving up to gold curves; The oracular groans Of many-chattering chords, Woven and twined Rising too to her heights […]
A frank long life
A frank long life It’s volatile This frank long life A surging mass, a humbling strife It tickles too And vrums, and woos Really, dear, I think it’s you The streets and smells And cracks and signs Would probably be nice and fine For all who thrum […]
Miss Sylvia
Miss Sylvia In attention to display There was verve to move closer Filling, filling “hungry, hungry” For his Lip’s wit, though unsaid Split between and scattered she Grasped long, Full embrace of His fuck Prescient, she pulled Dull bright thing to the skin To her own And […]
