Wrote on the back of my russian translations sheet

Heaven, rigid

translucent nod

of right

aquafied your maps-

light.

So heavens sing,

copper grass

open armed,

a grasshoppers leg

ripped apart,

gushed sweet honey-

suckled.

showered. dancing sparks

and sizzled on your maps heart.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

Not accessible? it's the prose Nazi's..run for your lives!

[Charles D. Moorer]

While poets tend to create their own cosmologies and universes, there is just enough universal accessability for the reader to enter and gain understanding, no matter how slight. And while you have much here that is vivid and quite arresting, I am afraid your intent and the story is not acessible.

[Jasmine]

hey, yeah this makes more sense!! still love it, great imagery keep it up :)

[Jasmine]

don't understand this but a great mix of imagery. nice work :)