Saturday, October 31, 2020

Poetry: Necromancer

I am not a necromancer I don’t talk to the dead can’t call me on your ouija board I won’t resurrect what I’ve buried beneath my flowers I am not clairvoyant I can’t...

Poetry: ‘And We Shall Inherit The Earth’

I have been witness to Holocene unheard of. Where we walk, dead flowers wane in wilt, filling our footsteps with their shrinking corpses like the marks of...