Five Poems by Andy Frazee

from Index Nature is a haunted house—but Art—is a house that tries to be haunted                     – Emily Dickinson A   Alba, re: aubade [NOTE] [All this, I think, in the published version]: Buster Keaton: I don’t want to be autobiographical. B. K.’s Shadow: No [TRANSCRIPTION] Along the right side of one page [PERSONAL NOTE: the edge nearest the world], a stain that erased some … Continue reading Five Poems by Andy Frazee