Blog by Hannah Frank
When hanging by a thread
the thread twists
and the needle burns
When skipping on the sidewalk
the rock gets stuck
in the bottom of my left shoe
The dream when dreaming
is the language of the Gods
many headed hydra
watering the yard
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...