7.8.09

a lonely voice for rain...

I have a new poem at the latest BOXCAR Poetry Review - "All My Sins Rising and Other Uncertainties, After Reading Furious Cooking".

2 comments:

DeadMule said...

Very nice, Sam. I especially like the lines "Silence is still silence, and the brick/ of my house is eaten away by time in the fester of too many/ seasons to count. The fox den at the top of the hill is there/ under honeysuckle, walnut leaves, and fence wire,/ though the foxes have been gone for years. A congress/
of lies comes and goes, singers blurt out their words/ to dumb ears."

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks, Helen. I appreciate the comment.