from the inside
by: Wolfgang Carstens
the cockroach is like cancer, scratching through these thin walls…
by: Wolfgang Carstens
the cockroach is like cancer, scratching through these thin walls…
by: Wolfgang Carstens
morbid curiosity presses me to slip into the back room of the funeral home where bodies lie dreaming on shiny metal tables…
by: Wolfgang Carstens
the poet instructed us to strip away illusions: to peel away the trouble-making skin, muscles, ligaments; to drain the blood…