Jackson

(Mattie Furphy House) It was very very dark There was a tiny crack I couldn’t tell the time I heard the trains start I woke wishing it was morning I slept in the windowless room Having many thoughts I lay awake I heard the trains and traffic start At 6am it was bright for three Read more

At Mattie Furphy House the writer-in-residence, having goodbyed the workshop poets and their unfinished pieces, At Mattie Furphy House the writer-in-residence, having opened most of the windows, At Mattie Furphy House the writer-in-residence, having arranged the furniture and books, knowing they’ll be moved by other visitors but pleased with the feel of it anyway, At Read more