By Allison Grayhurst Through the back door he took the baseball bat and hammered the rattlesnake to death. Feasting on decadence, he escaped the burning sunrise and ate the last petal of the last rose. No one could persuade him of unity, not even her with her undulating promises of love. He was saddled in … Continue reading “The Tongue”
“Paper Man”
By Allison Grayhurst Those were the distances, the attachment of your soul to mine, where we slept in the windy valley with that imbecile comedian who would play the flute and try to emulate your profound nature. The day you opened the door and I walked in, stared at your multi-coloured paintings, grateful to … Continue reading “Paper Man”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 