Poetry 112910 by Maqlu|Published November 29, 2010-Updated August 23, 2014 gloss black horn or hair silver mist escapes thin lips is this not your time insulating unseen pelt highland coded DNA
Published October 30, 2020 Missive: Devil’s Night 2020 Was it a Facebook post? A meme? A dream? I don’t remember, but there was a story today of a frog looking […]
Published June 14, 2010 61410 shocking teal water unreal and confined new world lone male plays alone displays his agility displaced from a long last home
Published September 3, 2014 Post-run Strains of piano float down the hall and theatre vocal rehearsals —far harsher than the rock singers— cutting and projecting I know […]
Published June 28, 2010 62810 new hot blood burns black carbon not yet resigned to graphite’s cowardice crawls to me in his visions still willing to take […]