reflections by naming an ocean / we shrink it / it gains sharp edges and an orientation / (who decided that north means up?) we are like reflections in spoons / (cotton balls and lighters) … [Read more...]
Two Collaborative Poems by Danielle Rose and Bailey Grey
bootcfg /rebuild i have to believe i am pulses counting to one / & so i imagine the damage a pair of wire-cutters could inflict / because i have been told the mind is a processor / & so i … [Read more...]
