Three Poems, Logan Fry
Murmur sold us one mass out of / blights I climb up, dank.
Murmur sold us one mass out of / blights I climb up, dank.
"You go back to the roots and then what comes out of that experience is shocking, it’s beautiful. And it rarely disappoints me if I approach things like that."
"Did we ring the buzzer in time enough to give the answer?"
"The green chair was the width of a three-year-old ..."
"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 ..."