Incorporations Poetry

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The Call

The Call

burn the blinds crack the walls even the glass is too much here the breaking red Read More

Details

Long white brush strokes dry painted onto the sky become some exotic flowered Read More

A gun, simply

Let’s discuss insane, we agree here-- stay the hand with its flavor of malice. Let’s Read More

Graduation

for Emily you are three decades away and not mine to claim and yet, and so, let me Read More