The Breeze from the Box Fan Is My Muse Today i’m trying to bring it all together all my better demons, those wicked muses ferocious for discovery, brazen moves, leaps into the abyss, surreal at the vanguard, open the door without thought, and then the door jamb of discipline. but to begin with discipline when the wild wind cannot get through the valley, gets caught … [Read more...]
Three poems by Michael O’Shaughnessy
< Anemone of the State the sea (all those parts pooled into one) upheaves and twists long rocks like dirty shirts on the beach. i jump over the laundry, balancing on a collar before slipping into the wash. the seagulls fell back to earth like water rockets in sex death arcs, thick Cheshire grins possessing me before forgetting everything and returning to the … [Read more...]
