House of Gold and Nothing But Smiles Over Here

By Sekani Johnson House of Gold So ashamed am I   of being such an intolerable guest in people’s (now stranger’s?) lives Burrowing into portraits of fatigued specters  cold vapors swaying like cacti  hovering over chimneys buried in the loamy earth of a dark warren  Their bodies shed the lighter gemini and shy into bramble patches … Continue reading House of Gold and Nothing But Smiles Over Here