Tony Williams

now the rot has begun        
                          a quietness                      
                                        in me

— Tony Williams

whistling down alleys

the wind

fetches rats

— Tony Williams

Tony Williams

doorbell spider
I’ve said
too much…

— Tony Williams

still warm…

the mouse in the trap

she gives back

— Tony Williams

Tony Williams

actions darker
than his feathers…
carrion crow

— Tony Williams

Tony Williams

jars in the cellar—
this year’s harvest
in formaldehyde

— Tony Williams

Tony Williams

silent stables…
horse teeth
in the soup

— Tony Williams

tent in the woods—

flies buzzing

to get out

— Tony Williams