Literariness

A blurb on a slim volume is on someone's

coattails, but the poems shouldn't be. It is

as simple as crispy snacks with icy slugs

on a careless weekend.

Favonian feelers issued out-of-line scores.

My wrong never turned right: why sigh?

 
The rein to regret doesn't offer an on-call

bow to rain-soaked eyes. Easement is in

expression. In converting saturninity into

summaries.