Out of the cache in the iron of my bed come legendary creatures Here I’m the ghost & you bring the memories I read aloud from our story sometimes your mouth is quizzical. … Continue reading
the wintered pain a truth brings: scattered words to deboss the snows in one land sands in another and light muddied is settled by morning the eyes can’t help but … Continue reading
the floorboards caption my predawn passage guide me, bladder-urgent lightless, nightful the bad dream and shaving mirror stalking headless behind my eyes. Image and poetry Alison Boyd © 2013.