“Wingless hummingbird under a compass - vomit blood back into veins - blood laces windows - spills blood clots on pavement - I see him row out of my belly – a hole whittles his torso - two torches left in her remaining limbs - we eat each other’s waves - the black blood - tweaking spasmodically across the aisles…”
9/19/14
New September Thirteen Myna Birds - alive and dead and brimming with black and red blood
Just in time for the weekend, the NEW Thirteen Myna Birds is alive and dead and filled with black blood, red blood, broken birds, unsettling waves, and strange body based debris, human and non. Offering sad and dark and odd flows by Nicole Rollender, Jay Sizemore, Joanna C. Valente, M. Forajter, and Hannah H. Phinney, all here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
“Wingless hummingbird under a compass - vomit blood back into veins - blood laces windows - spills blood clots on pavement - I see him row out of my belly – a hole whittles his torso - two torches left in her remaining limbs - we eat each other’s waves - the black blood - tweaking spasmodically across the aisles…”
“Wingless hummingbird under a compass - vomit blood back into veins - blood laces windows - spills blood clots on pavement - I see him row out of my belly – a hole whittles his torso - two torches left in her remaining limbs - we eat each other’s waves - the black blood - tweaking spasmodically across the aisles…”
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