Prosetry

Leave afterword…by G. Mramor

Leave afterword and don’t speak my name. Say instead I was a good boy, a handsome…
Here there is no island dream…by G. Mramor

Here there is no island dream. There is the water and the beast Who follows…
Speak me love…by G. Mramor

Love no hero. Love the giant that ripples your blood. Love the fray that hammers…
Name: …by Brittney Bullock

I learned your name. It was new, it was yesterday. It was newness on my…
Cast this air into the night…by G. Mramor

Cast this air into the night. Author these words for the wind. Dream the dying…
Homefree…by G. Mramor

I. Got drunk in the citysludge tonight. Ran the pockets lined with dough. Struck a poorman…
Snowblind…by G. Mramor

Burning snow and cold hands Black the dress wrinkled white Slumbring beasts and inverted eyes Snowblind…
Seeing all that was good in the land…by G. Mramor

Because I was there for the parting of the lakes and I saw the sun swallowed…
Foreground… by Brittney Bullock

I dreamt of our demise like clockwork, now I don’t belong to anyone anymore. They used…
He Died Alone… by Brittney Bullock

I think it must have been beautiful when you died laid up in such perfect solitude…