Monday, August 31, 2020

Robin Anna Smith

her perfume  
through the crowd 
a quenched blade

— Robin Anna Smith

Friday, August 28, 2020

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Monday, August 24, 2020

Friday, August 21, 2020

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Monday, August 17, 2020

Friday, August 14, 2020

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Monday, August 10, 2020

John Hawkhead

stolen flowers
from the local graveyard
still fresh

— John Hawkhead

Friday, August 7, 2020

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Monday, August 3, 2020

Alan Summers

it’s a spider night
we huddle under stars
surveilling us

— Alan Summers