Democracy
imagine incandescence
pulsing at a distance
a throbbing heart
a boot on its throat
constraints on its limbs
a knee on its neck
only an ember
its flame will come back
Dick Russell
June 2nd. 2020
Remembering Roughside A shiny wet slate roof was purple steaming to dry blue. There was the sound of water dripping from a broken waste p...
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