Broken Thoughts

by Robin Ray     Broken thoughts, spiraled conflicts,marriages sealed by shotgun flares,          stiletto banjoes. These shoulders      are trampolines. Strike and be stricken,the tallyman says. [The future might          be brighter than I thought after all.] Celeste, I can’t find my slippers           anymore, and there’s a boy outside,      said he remembers you from a chalet in Aspen. Didn’t tip Read More

Ananda

by Robin Ray Ananda, it’s been snowing since you hand-delivered your toasted envelope of admiration, erroneous sentence for inadequate leanings through corporate transfer of isolation laying behind you.Benign guilt in powdery form, hybridizing tulips with marbled sketch books, encourages fogs of sobriety, illusions of masculinity.Upon waking, you’re hard as petrified anger; ambition – baked in a half shell, your spine-cruising Read More