Man in protective custody after walking on frozen Mohawk River
I walk on the ice of my pleasures I walk between miracles and confusionI walk inside a rose —Adonis I’m making my way over ice not a coolslick foot thick hardened slab that keepsdrowning inaccessible but these jammed broken chunks floating in the air of metal gray running water the soles of my feet stabbed by this frosty jagged ground… Read more →