New Prose Poetry: “I am Assaulted.” by Larry Thacker

In constant struggle with some barely met demon-god’s angels, just over my shoulders, along the path of my spine, hovering near my ears, observing every thought, watching my faulty movements, keeping time on a watch I hear ticking but have yet to find hidden among my debris. Counting breaths. Whispering their dreaded counting of days. … Continue reading New Prose Poetry: “I am Assaulted.” by Larry Thacker

New Prose Poetry: “Remains” by Larry Thacker

I am bound to only the portions of books you’re paging through, a forced patience as you deliberate over the aged leather bindings and titles, of chapter and verse, of gradual plot developments and story arcs, the lovingly slow conflicts unraveling over black on beige onion skin thinness, so hauntingly unrushed even for me with … Continue reading New Prose Poetry: “Remains” by Larry Thacker