Issue #54


Authors

Muck

all this muck

is why I

need a poem

 

all this muck

is why I

can’t write one

 

all this muck

is where the

poem will meet me,

 

sun-burnt,

            mud-splattered,

                         bug-bit,

                                     sweat-slicked,

                                                   sore, tussled,

                                                                 dragged, dusted

                                                                              heart-quickened,

                                                                                            breathless, anxious,

 

 

— and lost


Belongings

New Love