
I went down into the bone colored drifts, seeking something other than purity, brutality, cold, peace, all […]
I went down into the bone colored drifts, seeking something other than purity, brutality, cold, peace, all […]
…your dreams at night will be as strange as the jars of octopus you saw once in […]
Charlie Bondhus’ poetry ranges freely through formalist, persona, image-strong free verse, and old school narrative. His […]
Tonight there are thirty-two stars set in the night’s blue-black mouth, each dropping a syllable through the […]
Wild birds fly into a man’s home; the resident will soon depart. […]