June 2020
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PoetryThe Daughter May Be Let Off
but her hands will always seem like strangers, pale animals with a life of their own, loading, clicking. She brushes her colorless hair 200…
PoetryIf I were a god
I would create mountains that can spit fire & cover them with tall green trees with myriad roots holding dearly the skin of soil…
Poetryat the doctor’s today,
one of the nurses wanted to meet me. she said she had all my books, which had to be a lie, but it was…
PoetryRUBY
He lived with a pigeon, his entire apartment was covered in bird shit, he dealt good hash, but it was a horror, no surface…
Art, Poetry. i been drawing trees .
i borrowed your apron many years ago. i still have it and just remember you, your darkness. it was good news from the bad,…
Poetry, ReadingsCharlie Ottoway
https://openartsforum.com/audio/milnerplace01.mp3 It was about ten to eleven when I went out into the street. The world was considerably empty except for some exceeding…
PoetryWhy are you so sad?
"Pick up your lip." Daddy said that night during a phone call. It was the day I got pulled out early from school after…
