Stephen West

I was dancing in a cold space untouched by light Faithfuls screaming on the way down Those elite...

The thought of space makes me nervous so I gnaw on the inside of my mouth, right under where my...

smell of ozone and creosote only whipcord jaws of poverty grasses the desert is full of hungry...

I. I came to the pond today This place is a pill capsule brimming with Platonic forms and the sun...