Day 9 of National Poetry Month.
And we are indulging ourselves…
The Thin Man by Donald Justice I indulge myself In rich refusals. Nothing suffices. I hone myself to This edge. Asleep, I Am a horizon.
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
Day 9 of National Poetry Month.
And we are indulging ourselves…
The Thin Man by Donald Justice I indulge myself In rich refusals. Nothing suffices. I hone myself to This edge. Asleep, I Am a horizon.
A Prayer Like Gravity 