i’m about done with all this constant need for knowing incessant dissection of the absurdity spinning around and through me elaborated constructs of meaning in
there is something all around me, foreign, but at the same time familiar i’ve seen this place before perhaps in a dream, maybe through fluttering
Potter’s Grove Press is happy to announce the release of – A Declaration of Our Rippling Days by Eric Keegan. Available in eBook and paperback.
The old man satLegs crossed, foot bouncingThe blinds were drawnSummer heat screamingFrom the warped floorboardsYou could see the dust, each particleFloating in faint strips of
Strange workings These days The inner Twisted to outer Painted with lies They no longer smile No need to hide True intentions For we are
I felt an ache in my lips A longing to remember What it was like To find that spot Where your neck Breaks away to