Flower Conroy Nonbeliever Once I dreamt the heavens cleaved apart & bodies (like larks or leaves) stumbled skyward into blinding ruins. Now I Find Myself at this roadside diner, dining on a seafood salad sandwich & drinking tumbleweed coffee on a Thursday morning before sunrise. Flower Conroy, appearing here for the second time, is the […]
Read MoreFlower Conroy Hellflowers Miniflora, no greater than spilled pearls, polka-dot the lawn with their violent reds. After Burying the Dead Everything translates itself anew—stairwell, rosary, pyx—even the light entering the kitchen as I wipe my hands on this yellow apron. An aficionado of watermelon garnished with fresh-squeezed lemon, Flower Conroy is also the author of Escape […]
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