Forgotten Sloop Dreams
Down the deer path, thick with scat, to every hard to find creek bank in the world, there’s a busted dinghy, a forgotten sloop dream, with a mudstuck sprung transom,…
Poetry by Devon Brock
Down the deer path, thick with scat, to every hard to find creek bank in the world, there’s a busted dinghy, a forgotten sloop dream, with a mudstuck sprung transom,…
Nothing more than wiper slap – smear light on a dirty windshield, starbusting streetlamps through pitted glass sliding greasy on the bridge: Every billboard passed, every sign, every whine, every…
The bereaved must sing to the passed, must wail upon the deaf skies our frailty. Given just moments upon this crust, like toothsome bread to savor until swallowed, we must…
A smattering chatter revealed the prophet to be a fool – a beggar – a panderer to fear – for bread, mercy or perhaps, if luck ensued – loose coin,…
Iridescence on the neck of the boat-tailed grackle is a trick of light. Much the same as the swirled acid rainbow slitherings of oils on water – slick – metallic…
Stumbling into morning, vague, unremarkable, perhaps befitting a glance, or a glancing blow to the jaw. Stay cool in the thunder room, soft pressures of mine and mine alone, impugned…
Her eyes fold gently as she takes bits of honeycrisp from my fingertips – the first from the tree, still hard, tart, warm in the thick after rain, hinting at…
She put willow switches knotted bits of string and fear sharper corners of gumwrapper chain and the long stuff of regret into a pasteboard guitar case and threw it in…