Chante Wolf – Monkey Hands
Monkey Hands a flutter before dawn the dead visit the living in a war zone of time my visitor’s breath blew an old acquaintance along my armored body a faceless host lies with hands of sandpaper across places I didn’t know exist my repulsion shackled it howls we suffocate together rolled through ancient oceans of […]
Chante Wolf – The Forgotten Girls
The Forgotten Girls the orphan children surrounded me clay prisoners of solitary their cracked fingers in my yellow hair gripped my hands as if they held their lost families’ photographs that laid broken by their tilted dressers the bravest touched my camera begged in broken English to release the body into her hands I let […]
