Janus by Benjamin Norris the morning brought sheets of grazing snows fighting for feet amidst memory of spring at times like these the promise of hope is a seasonal shift, an answering mind brought on winds which whip themselves east... Continue Reading →
Remember The Deed, Remember by Benjamin Norris A new illness creeps and leaves – a wave that takes the flesh off my bones and returns it quietly every few seconds I become anew and we talk of pasts and strangle... Continue Reading →
Gesture by Benjamin Norris These hands are nothing constant, forever wrapped in moments, as with old news – paper soaked deep in iodine for they’re sallow in the mornings and whiten up by noon and I can only read the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 