introducing my new lil’ poetry series: remnants. think lancee’s literary leftovers. short poems, loose ends, scraps of something or other. not necessarily making much sense (unless you make something of them). a little abstract, a little form-playing, a little “what the hell is going on here?!” it’s giving John Berryman’s Dream Songs (or at least that’s the neighborhood I’m wandering around in).

each poem will share the same title, remnants, & will be numbered chronologically.

welcome to the remnants.

lancee