Stress Therapy By Bill Knott

Stress Therapy By Bill Knott Time, time, time, time, the clock vaccinates us. and then even that lacks prophylaxis. Ticktock-pockmarked, stricken by such strokes, we get sick of prescriptions which work solely on the body. Systole diastole– It is by its very intermittency that the heart knows itself to be an I. Copyright © by […]

Hair Poem By Bill Knott

Hair Poem By Bill Knott Hair is heaven’s water flowing eerily over us Often a woman drifts off down her long hair and is lost Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

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The Day After My Father’s Death By Bill Knott

The Day After My Father’s Death By Bill Knott It’s too complex to explain, but I was already in the orphanage when dad died; and so that day when I cried, to keep the other children safe from my infectious grief they left me in lockdown in some office where I found piles of comicbooks […]