Poems by Robert Beveridge

COMPEL   Let your voice wrap me in the cool compress of wonderment. It damps my brow, washes fever into runoff traps.   It is what you ask, and what, for you, I do.   HOW MANY HEARTS HAVE YOU BROKEN?   Leather on the tongue, luggage strap whose taste masks the herbs beneath. Roasted, … Continue reading Poems by Robert Beveridge