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Billy Clem: Winter

I’m eating at the local Shell, again, a hot dog, wrinkled as an old hitchhiker’s thumb, with a bag of chips and a lottery ticket I can’t devour but would … Continue reading

December 21, 2017 · 2 Comments

Billy Clem: Autumn

Attending late flowers, I inhale low pressure. Four o’clocks trumpet their final purples and sumacs give a sudden red beat before they cut and bleed. Tall and brazen pink, surprise … Continue reading

September 23, 2017 · 4 Comments

Billy Clem: Spring in White

And the block’s crazy lady,
boarded up all winter with her bright, uncaged birds
singing, cawing, screaming like a Pride Parade

April 3, 2017 · Leave a comment

Billy Clem: About 40

This junk I’ve carried forty years On good days pees a single stream, But mostly just sticks to my thighs White as unseen fishes’ bellies. It’s all here for little … Continue reading

March 26, 2017 · Leave a comment

Billy Clem: Dear Lady Justice

Dear Lady Justice,   You are here without a summons. Voices insist you be taken   upstairs to crowds waiting to watch you, hear you proclaim   their imperative. Refuse, … Continue reading

March 19, 2017 · 3 Comments

Billy Clem: Winter’s Manly Art

Those times in the clearing, a startling bald spot, like the one on his head, the crown men grow to hate, I tried to speak to him. Useless for work, … Continue reading

March 4, 2017 · Leave a comment

Billy Clem: As My Death Approaches

I am gravely ill. Medical tests indicate that my blood and many of my internal organs now fail to perform necessary functions. My body, enervated, starving, looks and feels terrible. … Continue reading

February 22, 2017 · 23 Comments

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