What can you do to improve your life minute by minute?
I'm back and hopefully to stay!
I trace the spaces where your fur doesn't grow
But so tangled in the branches they had to leave it, the conquistador's black beard cut from his head whose neck had snapped his deadness the others had to burn then, for the wind to take evenly away. If not for his lust, his sickness to chase, to claim her; if not for that Native … Continue reading “Writing an Elegy” by Rickey Laurentiis