Poetry by Michael Leong

  from Michael Palmer vs. Michael Palmer              Inside the obscene calm was a spasm, a curdled voice shaking in the snowy eye of the mirror. Nattie nodded at the masked face staring back and struggled to guide her white-hot spear into the iris. A weave of honey and blood immediately spattered from the thrusting.            She untied her ebony dress, her amber hair … Continue reading Poetry by Michael Leong