January 2012
5 posts
“The past is a foreign country”
– Gunhouse
“Roll the dice carefully.”
– Orwen
Now inclined further—for he revels in exigence—is the labor of glory’s complement, paralyzed at gunpowder’s spree.
And in debt to what precipitous lucidity is the parcel unmolested, the gem free of cleavage, intention unmistaken?
Stagnant and unenviable this circumstance: the skin bathes in a pulsing, narcotic anxiety. The heart, a vertiginous snowball, commiserates in...
