by Peter16 | Jan 5, 2020 | FP Slider, morphrog20, poems
The Covenant My summer fling with the city over, I cherish a final horizon. Arthur’s Seat shrugs its halo of agate brown waterswirled with a jewelled blue-greenover its shoulder,hiding it below a bony hip. ‘Nessun Dorma’ bathes the world from an open car door.It...
by Peter16 | Jan 5, 2020 | FP Slider, morphrog20, poems
You have not bewitched me because a witch commits GBHwith an intent to harm andthere’s a potion brewing processthat lasts several days or even weeks before the upheaval of spiders andthe tongues turned to green eelsthe Casillero del Diablo and the waxy burnand the...
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