Category Archives: Poetry

to the NW ish a low meteor gloam road once upon a hill   there was a bucket heap’d the starbright the golden even a rainbow   fasten’d a hold on infinite systems morphish till it fill’d a sea

pyrographic page nsaid ah quiet quadrm got it put in tin

band book’d secure rtes overseers a tourist tick’d often under clocks

nsaid per diem heart ease @ a backrm stor’d beets and turnip seed

cur tail’d a docker circa slicker jetty boom pier pointilism