What To Do When The Collector Comes

When to an end they succumb, When The Collector comes, Understand it’s like the uncontrolled descent of a parachute Or the fumbled baton in a relay race. Remember then that nothing belongs to you in the first place. Hear the pop When the string In your hand, Dear Kite King, Snaps. Oh, Gudi Badsha, Mistakenly... Continue Reading →

Orderly Gray (Narrative Poem)

There is big excitement in the convalescent home today. Daniel Coleman Is walking Without holding The metal hallway railing that assists the patients. Each slow-motion step Is its own awakening from death. People line the sterilized, peach-wallpapered halls As if they are all Welcoming a war hero home. Although Daniel's doing Is as if he... Continue Reading →

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