
The Commons
An absence of eyes stared back at me. I looked down to study the goat’s burr embedded in my knee before returning to gaze at a complexion twisted with pain. The bugs had long left this hollowed cadaver, emptying the…
An absence of eyes stared back at me. I looked down to study the goat’s burr embedded in my knee before returning to gaze at a complexion twisted with pain. The bugs had long left this hollowed cadaver, emptying the…
by Riley Bampton ‘Razor Carving this same face Out of soap, each morning Slightly less perfectly.’ Razor, from the anthology This Goes With That, was the first of Peter Goldsworthy’s poems Iever read. I picked up a copy of the…