BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 10, NAPOWRIMO

  I hear you preaching still from your performance  pulpit, the shit-pit of sermon  where you scared  the simple man. I hear you  still preaching  of parish and prayer with your manners moody  at mass  with the mouldable masses. Years later over dinner  and before dessert  you spilt your sins between the bread and wine, […]

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WICKED WILLS

The wolves are out, Baying in the shadows, Fetid breath fowling air, Drool dribbling in the darkness. The wolves are out, Growling gratuitously, Muzzle sniffing movement, Fangs feverish for flesh. The wolves are out, Their scent; steaming, Their eyes; searching For substance to satisfy. The wolves are out, Their panting petrifying, Prowling on poised paws […]

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