#g.c. waldrep

[beguines]

G.C. Waldrep, "St. Melangell's Day, Eastnor (I)"

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

G.C. Waldrep | “What Lived in Our Mouths” | from Disclamor

[beguines]

G.C. Waldrep, "Twilight of the Numbers"

[beguines]

G.C. Waldrep, "Castle Woods, Dinefwr"

[bibliomancyoracle]

Ignorance is my true labor.

. . .

from "Poussin" by G.C. Waldrep

[majestativa]

Everyone wants to fuse a tragic story to his own.

G.C. Waldrep, Disclamor

[majestativa]

Who would not have taken your rough hand? Who would not have poisoned you?

G.C. Waldrep, Disclamor

[majestativa]

Once I wrote: I will be a poet of broken things.

G.C. Waldrep, Disclamor