Lawrence Markert: ‘AGGARD, LEFT FOR dead, Henry stretches across two stuffed
chairs at the corner coffee shop, abandoned. He prays
the caffeine will reanimate his dazzled brain,
restore his brutish nature…’
Lawrence Markert: ‘AGGARD, LEFT FOR dead, Henry stretches across two stuffed
chairs at the corner coffee shop, abandoned. He prays
the caffeine will reanimate his dazzled brain,
restore his brutish nature…’
Lawrence Markert: Ripeness knows what it sees; youth sees / what it does not know, an angel swimming across our eyes in rescue.