Take your eyes from my tunic. They won’t flicker looking into mine. I owe moments, ageless ones, but never blind. Glance over a shoulder, musing ….
Author: Michael Igoe
To make another return, as a seething mercenary to the way of the world,for the beauty on the ceiling.Mirrored by typical words,a word contains its ….
Descend downstream: where blurred voices peek through spaces in razor grass stands. To try out contentment not yet taught to cheat. We were already ….
On these afternoons,I want to makea crowd of well-wishersrecognize me.Take The Canarsie Lineto Houston and Delancey:then pass the killing door.To hear the awful noiseof those ….
I take my leavefrom soft places.Known for an attemptat makeshift grandeur.At the close of a duska gas lamp assumedmonstrous proportion.To outshine and outsize,running lights in ….
Pairs of eyes rovetoxic in naturein savvy glancesincomplete jots.At once alarmed,by harum scarumsof folk crowdingin sap-like waterparrying headstrong.Left to consider oaths,garish on-field and sky,they muster ….
I guess I throb to own a craft appeased in a night of a wafer-thin smile. Delving by touching, only just so far, far enough ….
I can almost recall the days of power I lived in Valhalla. We could rent affection in a modern Al-Hambara. Cell upon cell full of ….