Author: navidsaedi
I wish I could write like Faulkner.
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT A BLOODLESS KNIFE AND THE CLASH OF SEVERAL METALS AND A WOMAN’S SCREAM 9.27.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT SERAPHIM AND BULLSHIT FACTORIES AND THE WOBBLY DIMENSION OF HEARTBREAK 9.26.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT SUNSCORCHED MEADOWS AND THE WIVES OF PICKPOCKETS 9.25.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT ABNORMALITIES AND INVENTIONS OF VIOLENCE 9.24.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT MISSINGNESS AND WHITE GLOVES AND HOW DOGS COVER THEIR DEFECATIONS 9.23.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT OMINOUS TEMPTATION AND ANCHORS ON THE SKULLS OF INFANTS 9.22.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT UNWRITTEN LINES AND THINGS YOU DESIRE 9.21.17
The Deconstruct 