Seventh Month – John Grey

Seventh Month – John Grey

Seventh Month Heart swells and yet something inside feels like a cobra slithering and biting. A blessing. So why do you have the chills? You’re carrying around a couple of pounds of fatback. Your joints insist on telling you the weight exactly. Now for every licked finger, there’s a gray ghost wavering at the end …

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Circumstance – John Grey

Circumstance – John Grey

The vivid scenes created in the poems John submitted to us were powerful for all of us to read. We will be sharing a total of two poems from him, the first today and the second tomorrow. We hope you feel just as transported as we did. Enjoy. Circumstance When her son was conceived, the …

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The Hobby Cowboy – Will Brooks

The Hobby Cowboy – Will Brooks

Our first work of fiction for your reading pleasure thus far. We enjoyed the humor present in this story’s dialogue sections and in the unique characterization of Bessie. We have a feeling you’ll come to agree. The Hobby Cowboy About three years ago, my wife, Pinky, talked me into moving. I say she talked me …

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Ah, Life – Caleb Coy

Ah, Life – Caleb Coy

Ah, Life Ah, says the sighing sage, Life. You have to taste it in the deed, Make time for it by letting go. Screw that, says the cynic, the salesman. You have to have a leg up on the vermin who desert          a sinking vessel. You have to do what is best for yourself. …

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Here on Earth – Caleb Coy

Here on Earth – Caleb Coy

Here on Earth I said I know you never meant to do          the thing you did. He said, I know that, I know that, But as a consequence of my deeds And the boulder I set rolling,          a pure good thing          is gone from here, And it’ll never return here again. I …

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Detour – Caleb Coy

Detour – Caleb Coy

Detour Worms eat the belly and freshen the soil To reconcile, to breed blooming flowers, And call them a masterpiece— This is tramping in God’s garden. Sensible, though it is, to say she has spoken, An echo sublime, a material reflection, The path into her muffles into darkness— Not this way. Not in the brambles. …

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Blackberries – Caleb Coy

Blackberries – Caleb Coy

This is the first of four poems that we will be sharing from Caleb. We hope you enjoy reading his words over the next few days just as we did during the editing process. Blackberries I turned blackberries from the stem On down the brambled row, Ripe and bulging, Silver in the sun of evening. …

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