Posts Tagged "wight"


by on Nov 1, 2011 in Poetry | 0 comments

By Bryan Thao Worra Long the nail iron in What’s cleft from time, the body seasoning. Clamber, clatter, silence seeker. Reek of all the morrows who round us ring! I know well both sides our craven slab So lustily devouring We clay scrabbles, we clawed things. Tombs are my books. Bones...

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