Tag Archives: Brenna Courtney

your each ear resembles / a tangerine wedge / you have an excellent voice / this is my attempt / at a more flattering sort of love poem /                         you write / because for you / history will strip away … Continue reading →

the sky, impaled by crisp, black silhouettes, bleeds yellow and white, and the rosebush bubbles over with blooms like bright lights, too awake to take cover like cats into gutters, gutters cut like the nape of an envelope, its innards … Continue reading →