"Was it the unknown or
what I had smoked"
The question we have been asking since Enki walked the ancient paths of earth
STORIES AND POEMS
keep the quiet for the mornings & make us dance, twist, shout, & fold around our bodies. send us something to slink into . . .
Poetry seems to have been eliminated as a literary genre, and installed instead, as a kind of spiritual aerobic exercise – nobody need read it, but anybody can do it