Category Archives: Lyn Lifshin

DREAM OF THE ROOM I WAS SLEEPING IN WITH A HOLE IN THE WALL

Posted on September 27, 2010 by rosspoetvassilev

by Lyn Lifshin anything can slither in thru, a rat, a gun. I didn’t think of sun or a wind of plums and roses. The hole maybe from what is torn in your heart, a tear that sends blood swilling … Continue reading →

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