Two Poems, Kevin O’Rourke
"Its origin is in whim ..."
"Its origin is in whim ..."
"I will turn a page for you, right / the city."
"It’s all one I am / thinking. Whistling holds water then / loosens coordination ..."
"...and threw his small body into a gold mess of tall grass ..."
"Around other stars, they do not know us ..."
"Across the continent, smoke in the satellite loops ..."
"Those quests once started, yet far from done ..."
"A dance you don't know, but your sick body knows ..."
"...risk their life for a dollar an hour ..."
"Flower symmetry otherwise; Or else, are we musicians?"