3 Poems by Ian Stratton
Considering the Bog Man Like that pickled fellowI will keepsomething sourpuckered tightand curledA smileA senseof patience Dayevaporateslike vinegarThe hangman loseshis gripThe ropeslackens in time In timeI will preserveif nothingelse the grossblackened bulb of mein a… Read More »3 Poems by Ian Stratton