By Katie Forman
You roll over and expose The vulnerable landscape:Notch rocks in the river, flowingUnder brittle islands,Down through twin curvesDusted in cold.And I’m so easy ready With toy daggers retracting on the crust. And failing, To dig you out
I am standing in drenching rain peering up at a great cathedral, through a chilling mist that, condensed on the flanks of two shaggy horses, has turned to ice. This makes it hard to see and so I hurry across the street to take shelter under the tremendous eaves, where I feel my fingers slowly… Continue reading In a Cathedral
For the girl whose face I can never quite see. Like most things, it started out as a joke. Life that is. But unfortunately, I never really found it that funny. The punchline of this joke happened on a rainy November day. I don’t know why it was raining. It just was. It was a… Continue reading Forgotten Ever After