HouseJames LongNov 17, 20241 min readThen all that remainedAlive in the halls of that homeWere the flamesShadow plays and echoesI house them stillTenants warm and viciousWho dance at the end of all things
Non-Local KairosYounger than knowing the odds I used to press my hand against the wall and will They say That there is more space between The atoms of...
Recur(ring)In dreaming eyes I dug my fingers beneath my ribs to tear away and find What? I did not know I clawed In skillful strokes my face from...
The RoadI grew up under a sky that stretched Horizon to horizon where the land spoke, in Lengthy syntax and broad spaces Somehow since I have...
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