early morning—
she wakes to the sound
of
splintering glass
Lafcadio
*
resurrecting
buried memories
the past
won't stay hidden even
if
the grave is deep
Lafcadio
early morning—
she wakes to the sound
of
splintering glass
Lafcadio
*
resurrecting
buried memories
the past
won't stay hidden even
if
the grave is deep
Lafcadio
dissecting
the revenant
thunderstorms
Jerome Berglund
*
angry baby’s
apparition intermittent
lightning
flashes
Jerome Berglund
blood moon
swirling in the glass
a
nice chianti
petro c. k.
*
echoing inside . . .
first clump of dirt
hitting
the coffin
petro c. k.