Poetry
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People Act • The /tƐmz/ Review .18.02.21
People act
as if they are not the soil beneath them
a man walks
with his head in his phone
he is holding dirt
he is happy, anonymous, well-fed… -
The Dream • The Fourth River .07.01.19
The dream saw you before you woke
the creek
the clear creek, leaving the lake
where it was possible
to see a temperature
where your dream had run in desperation
your sleep was maudlin
you casted one incipient belief
after another
splashing through Canada… -
Kelly Block Fire • Contemporary Verse 2 .01.04.13
He is beautiful like the
frozen buildings, long
icicles adorning elbows
in a crystal wingspan. A
hero’s pinions. He, however,
will not linger until the end
of winter, a living cenotaph
for the man who died
in the part accident. After
ten minutes, they will come
with chisels and break him off…