Edward Mayes


WELD MADDER WOAD by Edward Mayes

    It wasn’t that black and white failed Us, not drawing the iron curtain, looping   The rust belt, pointing at those in the congo Line, because we’ll always have the equator,   Or day which can never be spelled night, Or the dye the dyers spilled, cyan and […]


DAY SHIFT by Edward Mayes

    Well, yes, we were thrown down that Well, or so we thought we had dreamed We had, so burdened by proof, the prom   Dress at the cleaners and the cleaners Now closed, and while wax paper and A comb may be all the buzz we need,   […]