Carolyne Whelan: Fire Walker
When the lights went out on Swinburne Street, little fox, you were a coruscating brilliance in our dark. My bike against the railing, I hovered— shitty guardian angel who would … Continue reading
August 1, 2018 · Leave a comment
Carolyne Whelan: Compost
First Earth wept, fell thirsty. I talked to my mother the other day she said don’t worry. She said shut down the internet. First Earth groans in summer. My legs … Continue reading
May 9, 2018 · 1 Comment
