HOMOEOMERY/PHOTISM/POETRY’S END
Will she nill she—incorpsed again, facades pilling along the blighted Michigan Ave, floaters pilling from the feckless firmament, warping pregnant sleech exposed the font from which theurgy comes and goes, hebona to behold. Il’s hand passes through the window of her mother’s Oldsmobile and can’t let go the air. She’s out there underneath the pilling suspended. The carlot pennons stop… Read more →