Ephemera & Poetry / et cetera / Poetry

Anna Swir Moment, 8:07 CST

Finding/Anna Swir Moment, 8:07 CST   What are these chokes of breath, they which don’t break in normal tongues only cursive slyness, inked, sliding across my clavicle upwards and down, down to the basics of solitude where a quiver was found, a flutter that taps out its voice:   I’m still here, or, I’m here but not there– … Continue reading