I am deviant flight in the night. I do not delight. I, the un-butterfly, invade and panic the moon in your eyes, shed corpse dust from wings that are...
At Invergowrie, west of Dundee, there were two stones sitting in the shallows of Invergowrie Bay known as the Goors or Gows of Invergowrie. Some say...
We tossed you aside when the buildings were torn down, sibilant tongues from the tenements of this town, torn souls like lascerated wallpaper hanging...