The Dwarf
Grave as drought, he endured days
poetry
Summa Contra Gentiles
That creatures were never a given, were borne out of boredom,
Sinking
Then off the deep dock, when she couldn't take her son's toys away with
Ainsley
She's grass stained knees of jeans, sport socks balled up and stiff with
A Womb, A Pasture, A Print Dress
The cricket on a hidden loft beam
The Rapture
So, Sybil, at what cost this quest? Thieves
As it is with the beauty of rivers
Be happy about the confetti-coloured
To the OR
Catch and release consciousness:
Blame
Shower spray, sharp needles,
Dirge
I tip Sonny into the river,
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