Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48

You–Brenton Rossow

in the midst of a euphoric head massage I’m haunted by a vision of you; colours and patterns and lines that don’t connect, a plait of hair hanging over a shoulder as you stand underneath a bottle-brush in the garden of our apartment on the highway   I can see a brass door handle and … Continue reading