Tag: Poetry

The Crisis

Each must act for his or her own reasons. The windfalters at nightfall but there’s fury in dry leaves. Vehemence of a dream no one can rememberleaches into statistics. Flora will leave for France.Jill stays indoors and won’t answer texts or email.Henry oils a Glock. Duane calls Jesus. Father gulps a red pill. With a […]

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The Feeling Is Mutual

So is the road, the vehicle, the painted line, the shoulder. So are the clouds, the gaps between, the labor below, the trenching, the depth and what we worked and what we found. So is the time it took to strike bedrock, to step on the shovel, dig the spade, to forge the ditch, to […]

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