By J.R. Barner Goodbye Parliament Hill Fields1 I had been up all night with a fever. She placed a cold rag on my head, Faithfully, every hour when the grandfather clock in the hall had ceased to strike. She would emerge from behind the antique chest of drawers Like a ghost, hovering over to me, … Continue reading Goodbye Parliament Hill Fields and In Dreams
In Dreams
By Todd Matson in dreams she appears to me as bubbles blown by the billions each carrying bits of precious cargo adding up to the sum total of all she has seen all she has heard all she has smelled all she has tasted all she has felt all she has embraced all she has … Continue reading In Dreams
Academy of the Heart And Mind 