Dominique Hecq #15 Small
cosmogony— Responding to Anne
Kellas #7 My father’s soul had passed me by
The
moon is a glass
bowl full to the brim
dead matter lifeblood
H o w i t s h a t t e r s
H o w i t s m a t t e r s
DARKness
m i d –
w a y b e t w
e e n
(us)
brittle birds hankering
after air light water
(our lungs)
burr burring burning
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