Poem – “A ghost that appears to be scrolling on a ghost phone strolls through walls”
Bluelight scattered through the tips of snow-covered pine needles below, Reanimating the neural mists of the nine parts of the soul,like a silhouette of forlorn fent folder.Immobile on the horizon, … Continue reading Poem – “A ghost that appears to be scrolling on a ghost phone strolls through walls”
Fifty State Banana 