Inn Verse
Inn Verse
Read at Inn Verse November 2021 Insomnipotence These days I sleep too little or too much; and while I like my life, or most of it, sleep, as prize or foe, has the power to touch each moment, to rule the roost as it sees fit through lingering effect or potential. Where did I go? […]
Read at Inn Verse February 2021 goldfinches when I was a child I lived by a park and the dark dirty city darker and dirtier then seemed to end at the end of my street pigeons and sparrows were street birds whose bald chicks would fall from gutters and lie prone big-eyed and startled for […]