The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new and recent books:
Like a twig afloat on a sea of dirty towels, the feeling inside me, laid out on the countertop of my soul, filleted and sweating in the humid air. And yet, wonder eludes the twirling gearhulk of my heart.
Tag: Philip Jason
Revolution / is the party we throw / at our unhappiness when we discover it / looks like tyranny
(poetry)
