Culture, Poetry Collapse The jaw hangs open to take all it can; to fill out the secrets and build up the cracks… January 27, 2011
Poetry Covered – Closed A sharp edged, moonless night of cold air where no cold should be or hammers dropping like gods before… February 12, 2010
Poetry Collapse The jaw hangs open to take all it can; to fill out the secrets and build up the cracks… February 3, 2009
