Speakeasy

the night was a sunken treasure chest  and the moon was always late horizon like an hourglass—twice stirred— tipsy as a ship shaken in salt and the room was sideways  with a swinging light, walls like a  green dream made of sand,  a single, red bar and  two magnums full of pencils phonograph percolating like [...]

Seven Road III-V

Below you will find Parts III-V of Seven Road, which mark the conclusion of this narrative poem (see Part I and Part II). I do hope you've found this magical little journey enjoyable. I have grown quite close to this poem during the time I've been working on it. And I strongly believe it should [...]