A Moon Worn As A Shell
A down-on-his-luck jazz pianist wanders through dim alleyways.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Melliphage
Frozen clover honey hoven
in a thicket woven lee
The hum of a half surviving hive
in a shivering, cloven tree
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Damn woman's cleaning me out from under myself
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