RED …
David Harsent
Deep reaches of sleep until the unforeseen …
IX …
They weighed the human soul — twenty-one grams — a tremor …
Consider the rip for a mouth, the rip in the crotch, the hank of hair, …
God’s blood beads on the tarmac and something rough is boiling up …
REVERSALS …
Now footsteps on shingle. Make of it what you will. Seabirds roost …
Rough music in the lane, …