Tag: student work

  • Poetry: Psychopomp

    Poetry: Psychopomp

    Lijiang marketplace. The moon gleamed like an eye. I, a man, With no teeth, and no eyes, Bit the head of a child, And leer from the rooftops as the streets are taken By the procession of a one hundred demons, Each writhing and screaming and more bloated Each one more foul an abomination than…