A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…
The light is water driven through old gears and red lights sweep the streets looking for the lost while flaking brick simmers in itself like stew, and black graffiti … Continue reading →
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