Monday, January 13, 2025

descension By Stephen Ground


evening knocks at the

window but I’ve been


rummed out since lunch.

dangling off the couch like


a liquored up leopard on a

bowed branch, encroaching


night slips thru the shades &

settles on my sweat-dewed


flesh in an inch-thick coat

of chewy black stardust.





Stephen Ground is a writer and filmmaker based in Treaty 6 Territory (Edmonton, Alberta).


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