Jun 10, 2014 | Amy (Doran) Keeney, Dream, Unrhymed Other
We sat, pasting crows from construction paper waiting for them to come to life. They did come to life, shuddering with breath, flapping cautiously, realizing. Jesus could be a camera watching over us when we’re sick with letters sick with names, lying on a...
Jan 12, 2013 | Amy (Doran) Keeney, Unrhymed Other
You will continue shattering. Your pieces will make a lamp shade. No, they will make a table. No, your pieces will make electrons And no matter how far apart they fly They will always fly in the same motion. Your shattered electron pieces will always. Your shattered...
