Well, We Found Ourselves Here (Now What?)

Bucking bull chained.His dangling septum ring clangs,golden or iron-wrought,winged or Atlassian,8 seconds of madness thenunrecognizable sideways glances and…You, an unbroken linkcan trace your line inpuddle jumpers, layovers andtrans-Atlantic migrations, thatuprooting of plugs planted in new land,tilled before and after by handsthat clasped your own. Locked,intertwined, in bedaboard the Lusitania that lifesank, but you are firm.Grounded, … Continue reading Well, We Found Ourselves Here (Now What?)