were it for you, Death by James Walton

were it for you, Death that fish eye wobbly in want of centre haphazard as a loose dart with a calling card embossed in such things a rainbow from a kidney’s undelivered gifts a shiny scent of Autumn leaves smoking Continue reading were it for you, Death by James Walton

todd moore | dillinger, death, and the high mountain air

Some days I am more haunted than others. Some days my face paints all the mirrors so black the glass screams in fear of its blindness. Some days my face gets into car windshields and turns them a so viciously Continue reading todd moore | dillinger, death, and the high mountain air

todd moore | all the dark talking to the angel of death

Continue reading todd moore | all the dark talking to the angel of death