Malsaine: May Flowers, Manny Blacksher

    Malsaine: May Flowers   Saturated, Malsaine elides late-spring. Daily rains diffuse and splay us clumped dolls, scarcely articulated, seeping out of habit. Drudged noon’s slovenly, cozens Lacrimae Street’s magnolia’s latest blooms down into the playground’s trenched drainage ditch. A few tepals still full-fleshed smell divine breasting currents with grass blent in street dust […]

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