cover
the
silent
spaces
between
the
thawing
remnants
of
our
unwritten
history

Dream Receipts and Tea Leaves

Paul Bowles and
The Early Risers
tilting their teacups
toward the warning
A burning page
and a bloody sword
left amongst the procession
of lost children and
retreating women

tether
yer
lips
to
a
hillside
known
only
by
obscurities
distance

you
hide
your
sorrow
behind
your
teeth
til
it
seeps
from
the
eyes
of
the
sun