Tag: Kathleen Hellen

  • Kathleen Hellen

    ANALECT OF THE FLY Gin blossoms twisting on the tip. Something like a nose for it. A bar room. Yes, he could teach you— How to hear with feet. How to live without a head. In the compound eye’s mosaic, intensity blooms like coltsfoot over-wintered. Like fruit. She’s bait gel in the clover. Jail bait…