David GoodwinThe Hounds of SaturdayA greyhound, a stolen fire, and gathering retribution1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----
David GoodwinLoverLover, my gut is a graveyard of swallowed words, surpassed only by those that have died on my lips, fear has pulled the wings from…1 min read·Mar 30, 2024--1--1
David GoodwinWhere the Wild Things DoofDreams foam in bowls of bone and the stowaways to Neverland skol love to light dendrite chandeliers1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----
David Goodwinvalleys of glass and steelI wonder now, what wars were waged in the dendrite labyrinths of your days as the callow Queen of What Could Be.1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----
David Goodwinlucent fangsBats wheel mindless in the crackling march of violet fire, flung down in lit wires,1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----
David Goodwinswords of CreteAmid threading menageries your eyes are gaping funnels sunk shiny in your skull,1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----
David GoodwinAmericaI see you, America, riding the brine like a dishevelled coat1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----
David GoodwinThe Kingdom of the SouthTrams clang in ruts clawed under tablecloths of curtsying gold, warming as weeks cool in café laneways sprayed in jungles of…1 min read·Mar 30, 2024----