The Magic Act
Hold me close and I disappear! It’s my most famous trick. My thin lips grin at their gasps and their cries as I vanish from your arms. There you are, as the night begins, wrapped up in show-girl spangles, and I’m pulling flowers from my wrist, a rabbit from a hat, tricks crafted [&
Bugs & Caterpillars – Poetry Weekly
Caterpillar By Adrian Hobbs It was small at first, the mark he left. Awake, I felt along my flank and noticed, for the first time, a hole, cylindrical and exact, bored through me like a flawless bullet. It did not take much light to see the redness on my hand, the loss that left me […]
