By Robert Beveridge Ancient Grains Tra, tra, tra, it’s in the pretext, in the mines, in the hallway that extends every time you kiss the hem of the alienist’s patchwork suit. The meme replicates in the medulla, the batteries poke their heads out of the sand, the wormwood’s in the rice again, pa, chase it … Continue reading Ancient Grains and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 