Luiza Flynn-Goodlett
Tell of polish in a rock tumbler’s heart,
redwood stump encircled by its progeny, […]
Tell of polish in a rock tumbler’s heart,
redwood stump encircled by its progeny, […]
here is a story of coal begun as a pair. two abstractions filtered by a stream. the church and the eye elements not gilded. […]
This morning the chickens mew like cats
and you are in our home
state, far away, your own cat clucking […]
looking for a gentler metaphor,
something to describe
the action or the fact of breaking […]
There’s something about darkness
in the daytime I can’t help but adore.
Let’s grab the matinee and a martini. […]
A man aimed his rifle at a poorly painted target on the trunk of a willow tree. […]
falls and falls and falls, down, falls to a stop, a stopping fall, a stop piling, […]
I once had a thirst for knowledge.
Now I deseed jalapenos for their
immersion in tequila. What is this […]
The dark irony of Ariana Grande now: “Head in the clouds, got no weight on my shoulders. […]
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