“Why trouble the young and brooding with harrowing spells of magic? We are bats of fruitless wombs perhaps? We comb the hilly tops of sanguine trees and fecund seas. We travel footfall/ trespass over and over lips and crest.” PoetryPoetPoetry QuotesPoets Book:Ambrosia Source: Ambrosia
“The thrum of oviparous children of twilight pang like a jettisoned shadowy hand tattooed with god's eye in an anteroom” PoetPoemProsePoeticPoetsProse Poetry Book:Sutras of Tiny Jazz Source: Sutras of Tiny Jazz