There are pelicans on the river this
Morning. Two. Great flesh net
Mouths and pink bills tucked
Into bodies as they drift white and
...
On the first
morning
of spring she
drags the white wicker
...
I sit among the flick
flack of the magazine
mortuary beside a plaster
cast with a sneezing spray across
...
The old man with
the eyes like water-logged
marbles is lost in his
cinematic soul. Deep
...