“A nanomechanic blanket / inches from chin to ankles. Dust mites / disguised as carpet swallow a toddler whole.” New poetry from Jeremy Noren.
“I look in the mirror and my soul sort of shrugs/
and slumps back into its rusty freezer.” A new poem by Jeremy Noren.
“They say sleeping / on the ground is good / for the spine” A new poem by Jeremy Noren.
September 7, 2011
“any high school health student could tell you / pain resides in the mind.” A new poem by Jeremy Noren.
August 10, 2011
