Poem 21 ± November 21, 2016
Roxanne Hoffman Once Bitten It’s been written, though never proved that once bitten, by one less than thrice removed from the source of the venom ― the plumed serpent rattling ― that each night, thereafter, your soul alights upon black crepe wings. You hear the hyena’s laughter howling insidious within your ear, and though your … [Read more…]