The vibratos of the cello follow The bow in his fingers dangling Bass notes in the stagnant air The sound of bread on bone Emptiness illuminates the disparaging Sad notes in the sparse air Long after the war, fearful, alone... Continue Reading →
Toronto, Ontario: brandy elizabeth nemeth-shorten Your face flooding the night sky The Ghost of my past reaching The years you wrote are wasting by Shadows find your hands and thighs Darkness wanders closer, leeching Your face from each night sky... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 