by Samantha Wallen | Nov 26, 2013 | Uncategorized
I found my way back home through an orange soapstone heart. I bought it for my daughter at the De Young Art Museum gift shop in Golden Gate Park when she was still heavy into her orange period. I noticed it on her desk last night as I lay in her loft bed with my face...
by Samantha Wallen | Nov 26, 2013 | Poems
throat the sound of the word throat reaches my ears, plays my body as if I just discovered a new species of bird named for its bulging belly and the column of song arising from it throat breaks in my membrane shatters my imperceptible ambivalence to the present...
by Samantha Wallen | Nov 26, 2013 | Poems
I see the moon in the dark hours shining from the fold of the night ink I see the moon in the light hours lodged in blue like a new nickel dropped in sand Each day the moon sinks deeper down and in disappears for a time in the complete shadow then...
