The sky is indigo and indignant.
Chubb Illusions by John Holland.
As she dances she sings with sweet sickness of her lost love.
The Sky is Coming Down by John Holland
Wear me for a brooch.
Going Down? by John Holland
Floating . . . on the tip of a madman’s tongue.
If I Only Could by John Holland
Time . . . every now and then take out a pinch and breathe it in real slow.
A long way home by John Holland
. . . she dances in the lonely desert of a man’s dry heart.
Abuse by John Holland
She trembles inside the silence of flesh vaults.
Any Town by John Holland
… tanned legs so beautiful they make your heart ache.
By Any Other Name, by Richard Spilman
My love is like a red, red begonia. Doesn’t work.
In This Season, by Richard Spilman
The snake splits open, unpeeling its old self against an exposed root.