Blackbird Looming By Ashton Vaughn

Blackbird Looming By Ashton Vaughn Who turns the hands of the clock, fastidious and careful, over and over again and again? Who animates the chipmunk that gently lifts himself out of the earth, and once, twice, snaps his head to the sky to peer at the sun he has forgotten? What is it that moves […]

Through The Valley Of Mount Chimaera By Ashton Vaughn

Through The Valley Of Mount Chimaera By Ashton Vaughn If the silence breaks, I hope your gold crumbles upon me like dust; Caught between the cusp, we tasted a brevity, not short and sweet, but as consuming as the flame which burns on testamented trust. And as I glimmer, a newfound thing, a burning blaze […]