Eating from an Imaginary Spoon – Allison Grayhurst

Sensual as clay laced with warm water, hard as a window barred – and still the seeds are thrown though I don’t know why – there is too much earth and almost no sun, there are slimy ponds that beasts and fowls eliminate in – spotted with dead-fish-eyes and not at all like heaven is … Continue reading Eating from an Imaginary Spoon – Allison Grayhurst