Poem – By Simon Perchik

  A click and its likeness can’t change, curled the way rain yellows though you hold on almost make out the grin that could be yours   –it’s been years, minutes and even with your arms apart you have forgotten the smell the fleece-lined gloves filled with dry leaves half paper, half iron half pinned to this snapshot still bleeding […]

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