Tag Archives: Eaghan Davis

beside herself with the rash of one thousand blueberries she cries in an alphabet that no one understands it is morning & i am knee high watching steel boxed secrets disappear in the haze of adolescence. i want to be … Continue reading →

when close enough to unhinge cotton windows thoughts can be thrown aside like pillows— coalesce awaits among the blankets while each thought of suicide is absolved at every little death— only the adroit find that life is a simple exchange … Continue reading →

barren wasteland of indigo, sea of dark blue insatiable desires you once vanished whole ships, the toys of children and their fathers scientists say you’re shrinking, unable to resist old age at the coast your weary hands brush against my … Continue reading →

“in the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God,” the lectern repeats yearning for nothing more than a pomegranate he raises his hands to the holy alter of syntax and sighs Eaghan … Continue reading →

the manager of the nearest gas station reads the new york times and sighs             the united states is under attack by an overactive imagination while Walt Whitman debates the merits of “the next big thing” developed in Cupertino, California             information … Continue reading →