speculations (on the first dog)

Cleaning up odd poems written in the month of September. the first dog to reach the moon ran around on the floor between the bright light and the dark the earth and the night the first dog to reach the moon failed to notice any stars but wondered if the time was yet to receive … Continue reading speculations (on the first dog)

towards a naming

after all the mother stays afloat in seas sailing the mind she is in the place he once belonged she is the siren in his heart ~ there is nothing here but braying night black vision black noise black heart blackened hope for what may yet come he shines the glow from a pointed arm … Continue reading towards a naming