Tag Archives: ampersand
Self Curate
If I were a museum, I would adopt the ampersand before at. Swirls of entanglement mean more to me than a spiraling into sense of place. If I can’t have home, I’ll take the plural loci, the many phases of … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Clutching Tags
Aphasia is anonymous in its demand that poems be written without words. I’m not ready to give mine up. The wave of an ampersand ropes them in just in time.
Filed under Night Poems
