Robert Walicki: Two Poems
I’m stumbling out of the dark and back down again,
winding out of the rutted valleys of the Mon,
ass crack of the world and broken roads…
August 25, 2020 · 7 Comments
Michael Simms: Hands
Every man who works with his hands
Has seen that look. Maybe we showed up
To patch the roof, service the furnace,
Or unclog the sewer…
September 22, 2019 · 9 Comments
Robert Walicki: If a Tree Falls
A tree falls does anyone care if it makes it into this poem? A poem bone deep and raw, broken into bark and hanging on to the edge of a … Continue reading
February 21, 2019 · 1 Comment
Robert Walicki: Afraid
You were afraid they could tell by looking you were that kind of man, because of the dead deer who dove into the front end of your truck head … Continue reading
February 28, 2017 · 5 Comments
