On defiance, as a verb All matter emits black body radiation on becoming thermal cavity at equilibrium with the void. There is ritual in the cleansing molten of burnish and shine, each turn of sheet slow-suckling at the fever. Said the smith to the fire pressing its mouth along his palms: when mercy came for us it found us not at the first coming. Not until … [Read more...]
Two poems by J.David
the cemetery that was ash It was the last day of summer / when the church cemetery became ashes / as it burned / schools of people gathered old men and women / curious mothers and children that night / the pastor / locked himself in the … [Read more...]
