Tag Archives: Charlotte Hamrick

we are cannibal ash left-behinds fading static on lost frequencies doppelgängers of used-to-be we are hardscrabble nights shattered shot glasses dried up shimmies curdled bits of blood we are idle spit dried to salt on steamy blacktop withered illusions screwed … Continue reading →

An endless October sky casts reams of light into my lap as I contemplate the thinning skin on my hands, the blue highway of veins prominent on their mountainous journey, the joints of my fingers swollen from repeated retraction and … Continue reading →