The setting is inside an old coat that looks like Camus in Paris and smells like a dime cigar and the hint of cheap but adequate wine. Inside the coat is a person, but more importantly two shoulders. Just outside the coat are two hands. The shoulders and hands shake; they don’t have the endurance … Continue reading
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Twenty-One — William Spencer
poetry is just nothing on the tops we’re warm and our touch is acceptable these final moments, worthy of documentation, can tell primer from paint by smell that is how to be a good communicator wake in her house and the smell of home improvement like a hometown of ladders girl so it continues only … Continue reading
Civitate Dei — William Spencer
I look around for a frame free of artifice. At best I get cigar smoke blown through a harmonica in C. Behind my head is the lowest quality conversation I’ve ever heard. Earlier, locals pointed weapons at me from porches as I walked by. They informed me that I wasn’t from this neighborhood. If I’m … Continue reading
Cosmogony — William Spencer
The influence of Humbaba revives you and compels you to destroy art. The influence of Enlil suggests that you never die. Climb the mountains and whisper into their ears. Don’t interrupt. Fire rises up to repair with the empyrean as you try and fail to go to the river a second time. As you try … Continue reading
