Orison our memories spread across uneven eons a second-hand tapestry of woes naked shame clothe thy name genuine prayer can drill a sacred screw into the poisoned blood like viscous iron smelting the night between the eyes it climbs a fence like caged ivy on Vena Cava Lane even Joey Gentile drops her digital pacifierContinue reading “3 poems by James Kowalczyk”
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