Four Stanzas In A Minute Of Panic

Another friend called With little time left After the Fall Every moment’s a theft Seeded on Sunday A knock at the door Fangs in a nightmare Neck in a claw Who comes to help? Rapists as Saints Hand on the Holy Book Dripping white paint Facing the Altar Facing the Cross Some still won’t tremble … Continue reading Four Stanzas In A Minute Of Panic

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This song popped into my head this morning. Mid tempo rock. Unfinished, a different breathline than usually occurs to me, but what the hey. My imagination is sheltered in place too.    Found an address book in the back of a box of Not much of anything worth moving to a smaller place And I … Continue reading Sorting