VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes

R E D   C U R T A I N I have replaced my face  with a red curtain  because, I am hooked in  and willingly I disappear  into arms of  cockroaches,  a stockpile of dream  and manifest of circulation.  I found you  at the closing of market street  and we saw each other Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes”