new modernism
When the sky is no longer a safe place the chest of light shall close upon widows like sodding bones wailing on the quai to explosions of feathers like the wet petals of carnations into the sound of the oily sea falling grace stones and fate for a sin you do not even know and [...]
Was there ever a time said my friend, said my friend there was a time we feted the even rage, squirreled through trash, papered our bed, joined our sleeping arms, crashed our crying head. My friend said there is a time, a time to remember all our dead, time to speak again all those names [...]
Matti Bowen is a graduate of Binghamton University, where she studied English and Cinema. A self confessed Knowledge Omnivore, she revels in the richness of human expression found in everything from blog culture, to science fiction, to home improvement television and Melville. She currently lives in the north Hudson Valley with her dog and far [...]
I created you friend, walk with me down the falling path who ends in the land speak me stories by the fires in the valley come with me back to the city and be friend there follow me up one river and down the other and when the city empties into sleep and we are [...]
