the following self-published, full-length poetry collections of mine are available at
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad
in the asylum we’d sun ourselves with angels, August 2013, 9.00
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think hard on nothing on a farm machine, Oct 2013, 10.00
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abandonesque, Dec 2013, 10.00
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Stork Blood, Feb 2014, 9.00
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town crier, March 2014, 8.50
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We stole not the same bread, May 2014, 9.00
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PLEA, July 2014, 8.25
if you’re interested in receiving any collection of mine via PDF, please send me a request at [email protected] and I’ll send promptly.
-here is a poem from in the asylum we'd sun ourselves with angels:
men statuesque
I am struck by the urge to pray.
my trauma has yet to occur.
the stress my father knows
knew his hands
as he waved them in front of nothing
on a tarmac obscured by speech.
night is a ruined crow.
I see the city as possibly bombed.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
the following self-published, full-length poetry collections of mine are available at
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad
in the asylum we’d sun ourselves with angels, August 2013, 9.00
-
think hard on nothing on a farm machine, Oct 2013, 10.00
-
abandonesque, Dec 2013, 10.00
-
Stork Blood, Feb 2014, 9.00
-
town crier, March 2014, 8.50
-
We stole not the same bread, May 2014, 9.00
-
PLEA, July 2014, 8.25
if you’re interested in receiving any collection of mine via PDF, please send me a request at [email protected] and I’ll send promptly.
-here is a poem from in the asylum we'd sun ourselves with angels:
men statuesque
I am struck by the urge to pray.
my trauma has yet to occur.
the stress my father knows
knew his hands
as he waved them in front of nothing
on a tarmac obscured by speech.
night is a ruined crow.
I see the city as possibly bombed.
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