Featured Poet Bob Heman
INFORMATION
He was devoured by the hounds. Or by the children. Or by the light the window allowed to escape. Behind him the wind was hidden in the trees. Behind him the machine was still only a drawing.
Bob Heman
He was devoured by the hounds. Or by the children. Or by the light the window allowed to escape. Behind him the wind was hidden in the trees. Behind him the machine was still only a drawing.
Bob Heman