Poetry
July/Aug 2021
Ode to Something Elusive
For Birmingham Not ozymandias or love this morning, I could walk to the edge of craving and never quit looking. Today I strolled the tracks, smoked butts, measured the city’s […]
Poetry
July/Aug 2021
Byline, Be Sky
I meet the birds on their terrain, the gray of. Chimney swifts smudged, sifted from clouds like feathered cinders, all is blurred or wisps of smoke, an attendance. We watch […]