“F transmits unbound electrons with her eyelids, playful,/ to the tune of the attraction of opposites…”
Weekend poem, by Elosham Vog.
“She gathered them,/ pegged them to clotheslines/ to crisp in the sun, ordered by size…” Poem of the Week (November 24), by Elosham Vog.
“The mapmaker translates paved trails/ into prophecy, a warning in red…” Poem of the Week (February 4), by Elosham Vog.