(Poem) ice ages by Barbara Mor
we walk in the ice age. our hairy bodies alive among rock foreheads, subliminal animals of snow. colors of caves leak thru buildings, the skin’s murals unfaded, with elk leaping Read More …
we walk in the ice age. our hairy bodies alive among rock foreheads, subliminal animals of snow. colors of caves leak thru buildings, the skin’s murals unfaded, with elk leaping Read More …