"Fragments in Ire", to be read out loud (if at all possible), as a single disjointed poem, or nine separate poems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight     that trite jealous lust for attention .something tickled then crumbles curls and fumbles against       some mountain from some-where, it moves, … Continue reading Fragments in Ire →