FORD, G.L
Sans

“We were up too late, the window
steamed over, grins
gritty with smoke, our talk
too miasmic
to call conversation, each hour
we spent incantatory
against both dawn
and the recognition […]”

Sans is an extended meditation on the components of personal and cultural memory, as seen from within a state of their decay. It is G.L. Ford’s first full-length collection of poems. [publisher’s note]

Published by Ugly Duckling Presse, 2017
Design by Chuck Khuan
Poetry