Tag Archives: Thomas Papp

The New Slaves Injurious ruin covers sundry fields where everything is sown and coolly thrown away or exchanged in secret plowed over in moments waiting but to roam the boulevard an asphalt Appian Way choked with the new slaves crucified … Continue reading →

Deconstruction A turn of the head and the flow across the room tell me about your shackles and chains watch life quickly ebb in a room (my hand in yours) Flight to whereabouts unknown prayer & whiskey & time = … Continue reading →